Outside the window, the leaves rustled.
The curtains fluttered gently.
The breathing on the bed was restrained and controlled.
Even the sound of the wind has an eternal rhythm.
The next day, Sophie Lin woke up in the early morning sunshine.
Outside the window, the leaves rustled.
The curtains fluttered gently.
The breathing on the bed was restrained and controlled.
Even the sound of the wind has an eternal rhythm.
The next day, Sophie Lin woke up in the early morning sunshine.
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