Second watch, asking for pink support.
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As noon approached, the Nian Garden was basked in bright sunshine, lush with greenery, with a warm breeze blowing gently. In contrast, the Evergreen Garden was shrouded in dark clouds, as if a dense, cold pressure hung over the entire courtyard. The maids, wives, and servants standing solemnly in various spots around the courtyard were all holding their breath, as silent as cicadas in winter. Even those hurrying about were treading lightly, as if afraid that the slightest disturbance beneath their feet would provoke some disaster to befall them.
