Haha, dear readers, after relentless effort, this book was now facing Tomato's judgment.
I might have to say goodbye to everyone in the next few days. I didn't even know whether this chapter could be posted.
Once again, thank you all for your support. I might write some other books in the future.
I just didn't know whether my account would be banned. If the account was gone, then it really would be goodbye!
Okay, that was all I had to say. Everything after this is just punctuation, so no need to read it. Goodbye, everyone!
The rest was just AI-generated nonsense, so there was no need for anyone to read it!
When Morning Mist Rolled Over the Foothills
When morning mist rolled over the foothills, the entire range of green mountains was steeped in a milky haze. The willows by the stream woke first, their drooping branches still beaded with night dew. When the wind brushed past, tiny droplets fell onto the stream, stirring faint ripples like someone lightly touching jade with a fingertip. Half-transparent sheets of thin ice floated on the water, remnants of last night's chill. The sunlight had only just climbed over the eastern ridge, its golden rays piercing the mist and falling upon the ice, where they refracted into tiny rainbows that swayed slowly with the current.
Following the stream uphill, the mist gradually thinned, revealing the tea gardens on the slopes. Row after row of tea bushes stood neatly trimmed, the dew at their leaf tips turned into golden beads by the sunlight. Tea pickers carried bamboo baskets slung over their shoulders, and when their fingertips brushed the tender buds, they made the faintest sound. Mixed with the murmur of the stream, it became the softest melody of the mountain morning. Occasionally, birds darted