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Springrise Lake, botanical garden in Beiyong District, three days later.
The naturally formed lake nestled at the foot of a hill, its surface broken only by the gentle movements of waterfowl gliding across the water. White camellias lined the shore like a blanket of snow, punctuated by a single tree heavy with red blooms at its heart. As spring snow melted, crimson petals drifted down to scatter across the white expanse below.
A solitary figure in a black trenchcoat approached the red camellia tree, carrying two bouquets of white carnations and one of forget-me-nots. Gao Yang activated his borrowed Sensory, methodically...



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