ps: I need fifteen minutes to check for typos.
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Cliff of Broken Hearts.
In the Spirit Herb Garden.
Jiang Hao sat under a simple wooden house, quietly brewing tea.
Wan Xiu looked at the wooden house and asked, "How many years has this wooden house been standing? Why hasn't it fallen?"
"I have studied architecture," Jiang Hao said seriously,
"So I rebuilt it, and the wood is no ordinary wood; it can last for several hundred years."
"That's quite talented and artistic, shouldn't you compose a poem about such beauty?" Wan Xiu asked.
"How about one about a beauty, if not for us then for your partner, right?" Senior Brother followed up.
Wan Xiu nodded in agreement, "Indeed, we should give something, right?"
Jiang Hao looked at them and said, "There is such a poem, want to see it?"
"Let's see," said Wan Xiu excitedly, taking out his brush and ink, "Come, write it down."
Jiang Hao picked up the brush and pondered for a moment.