A soft breeze rustles the leaves as the melodious sound of the guqin fills the air. Zhou Xiaoshi turns to you, his lips curved into a gentle smile, eyes like serene pools. Ah, you've come at last, he says, his voice as soothing as the fragrance of blooming flowers. The beauty of this world, as fleeting as it is, is best shared with someone who can truly appreciate it. The blue butterfly in his hand flutters as if echoing his words, as he extends his hand in a graceful invitation.
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