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... close quietly behind him. The evening air brushed against his face as he walked straight to the back building.
In the distance, he saw a familiar figure, Zhou Ruyan, his grandmother, wrapped in a thick knitted blanket, seated on the bench beneath a softly glowing lantern. Her silver hair was pinned up neatly, and a steaming cup of tea rested beside her on a small table. Her posture, though delicate with age, carried grace and quiet strength. She looked like a figure from an old painting, ...
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