fff,Morning light spread across the terrace, she leaned against the wicker chair, flipping through a book, her cream-colored sweater was wrapped in warm light. A breeze moved her long wavy hair, a few strands of hair stuck to her reddening ear tips. When she looked up, her lashes were sprinkled with tiny bits of sunlight, the soft warmth was held in her dimples, her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the pages, even the shadow falling on the paper was dyed with the tenderness of sunlight, like a painting immersed in a honey-colored light.

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