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Unknowingly, it was already late autumn. In the cold morning, Shen Qiao pushed open the window, and a chill rushed in. However, a trace of warm sunlight appeared in the east. It spilled across the courtyard, draping everything in a golden glow. The light fell on the pond as well, scattering flecks of gold across the surface and adding a touch of brightness to the late-autumn water