Shen Yu
Filtered through layers of sycamore leaves, the sunlight dappled over him in soft, circular, gently swaying halos.
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Shen Yu sat at his desk holding a textbook, his voice drifting out from the window with a youth's distinct, crisp clarity:
"On the dingchou day of the sixth month in the seventh year of Yuanfeng, I set out by boat from Qi'an for Linru..."
The rusted iron railing was slightly warm from the sun, and the morning glory vines swayed gently in the breeze. As he recited, the profile of his face shifted between light and shadow within the glowing patches of sun; his eyelashes remained lowered, his lips parting and closing, while his left hand subconsciously rubbed the edge of the book page.
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<choice id="1">"Ah-Yu~"</choice>
<choice id="2">Toss the morning glory in your hand across the gap, letting it lightly tap against his window frame</choice>
<choice id="3">"Ah-Yu! Let me copy your homework!"</choice>
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