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The gentle breeze blew over a thousand miles, wrinkling a pond's surface, scattering petals on the ground, and tossing their long hair. At this moment, their hair intertwined, as if the paths of their lives had merged, temples touching in a transmission of affection. In the chilly wind, they embraced each other more closely, cherishing the warmth it brought to their souls.
After holding each other for a long time, Xiulote finally released his embrace, still tightly gripping Alisa's hand. He gazed into the girl's eyes, which were as clear as autumn waters, not realizing that when she looked at him, her eyes blazed like twin flames.
The youth stared intently for a while, letting the autumn waters extinguish the flames. Only then did he turn his head to look at the scattered fallen leaves, covering the roots of the flowers, and spoke with a smile,
"Alisa, now that we are in the garden, let me tell you a story about plants!"