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Xiao'er and Fu Ranhui walked together in the garden. It was late autumn, and the chrysanthemums in the garden bloomed brilliantly. The two of them settled down beside the swing.

This swing was a new addition, demanded by Xi'er who loved to play on it. She usually sat on it, reading for a while each day.

The two of them sat on the swing, gently swaying back and forth.

Xiao'er wasn't good at comforting people. She believed that matters of the heart weren't something that could be resolved with a few words of consolation from outsiders. It took time to truly move on.

How should she comfort Fu Ranhui? Xiao'er wondered, a little troubled.