Four years later.
It was autumn again, which Eliza Yan hated most. She reached out and took a fiery red maple leaf, gently twisted it with her delicate fingertips, and looked down at the fallen leaf as it swayed and fell gently to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. Eliza Yan pursed her pink lips and brushed the fallen leaves off her shoulders. Her waist-length light brown curly hair flowed left and right with her movements.
The cell phone in her crossbody bag buzzed at this moment. She frowned slightly, glanced at the caller ID, and picked up the call impatiently.
"Hello......"
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