Clever smile, beautiful eyes

Ten years later, in the winter, a young woman walked alone in a valley full of plum blossoms, wearing a plum-red plush cloak, carrying a small bamboo basket in her hand, and a few plum blossoms lying quietly in the bamboo basket, and occasionally a hot breath came out of her mouth.

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