(First change, North Pumpkin will write more tomorrow.
Yesterday I was running a high fever, nearly 39 degrees. After taking antipyretics, I was sweating like rain. The doctor suspected I had another flare-up. Despite only making a few trips to the supermarket, I thought the virus was gone.)
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The black-haired man was looking shocked, unable to describe the astonishment in his heart with words. His gaze was flitting, utterly drawn to the imposing shadow, so much so that he was hardly aware of himself.
The sensation that the aged and vigorous ancient tree gave him was too overwhelming. Every leaf seemed to hold a kingdom, sacred and flawless, lush with radiance. It was a haven of peace that touched the core of his soul, making him yearn to linger longer.
The moment he entered Liu Village, the black-haired man was overcome with such a compelling urge.