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Since a few years ago, the Bailu Marsh, stretching three thousand miles, has been perpetually gloomy.
During this time of spring chill, the drizzling rain is ceaseless.
On the eaves, the fine rainwater gathers into thin streams, continuously falling like a beaded curtain. Even under the sheltered corridors and flying eaves of the small three-entry courtyard, water droplets formed by the gathered moisture still fall drip by drop.
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Soft yet crisp footsteps suddenly emerge, growing faster, gradually becoming more frequent.
Soon, a little girl with pigtails and a small hand-sized face runs in from outside.
The little girl is extremely cute, with large eyes resembling pure black gems, a slightly upturned nose, and thin lips, but her complexion is a sickly pale, devoid of any rosiness.
She is dressed very warmly, wrapped entirely in a white velvet robe.
But even the white velvet clothing does not outshine her pale complexion.
