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... the peak of the cherry blossom season.
Pink and white cherry blossoms, like clouds of mist, covered the entire mountainside.
A gentle breeze swept by, and the petals danced like butterflies—a breathtaking sight.
Weller Kendall glanced at his watch.
Theodore Grant had been sitting in this quiet corner for over two hours, as still as a statue.
His gaze was deep and distant, as if ensnared by some thought from which he could not break free.
Weller Ken ...
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