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inside the Zhaoge Garden

Jing Zhuozhuo laid leisurely on the windowsill. Chong Qingmo casually threw his name scroll on the round table beside her.

Outside the window, the autumn air was thick, and the branches of the tree had originally been adorned with yellow spots. However, the peach tree was still unchanged. Jing Zhuozhuo couldn't help but wonder how this peach tree would fare in winter