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The sun slowly rose from the horizon and a boundless layer of golden light enveloped the surface of the river. In the distance, the riverboat passed by the Ming City Bridge, one by one. The entire city seemed to have awoken from its slumber as its silhouette gradually revealed itself.

Zuo Zixian looked down from the window of the hotel on the 33rd floor, stretched lazily