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... ach passing day, as if it infused the air with a brilliance that felt almost unreal.
Wen Nuan brewed a cup of lemon water, gently held it in her hands, and sat in a daze at the desk by the window. For the Wen Family, for her father and brother, for her late mother, she had returned.
The window was open, letting in the faint fragrance of gardenias, which made her involuntarily close her eyes and take a deep breath.
Gardenias... the language of flowers: waiting for love. ...
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