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“Shen Qingyuan,” she responded softly, her fingertips unconsciously tightening their grip on the handle of the oil-paper umbrella. Lu Jingchen’s eyes were bright and resolute, like a beam of light illuminating her dull life bound by feudal ethics. The two chatted casually, from Lu Xun’s articles to the turbulent times, from poetry and songs to life ideals. Shen Qingyuan was surprised to discover that Lu Jingchen was not only erudite but also deeply patriotic. He often said, “The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen,” his words filled with concern for the country’s future and determination to save it. Lu Jingchen was also attracted to Shen Qingyuan’s intelligence and insight. Unlike typical wealthy young ladies, she lacked arrogance; instead, she possessed a vision and compassion that transcended her time. The rain gradually subsided, and a faint light appeared on the horizon. Lu Jingchen picked up the book from his arms, looked at Shen Qingyuan, and said with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, "Qingyuan, I've learned a great deal from our conversation today. Perhaps I'll meet you again when I come to the bookstore another day?" Shen Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat. She looked up, met his ardent gaze, and nodded gently, "I come here every day at Chenshi (7-9 AM)." Lu Jingchen smiled happily, bid her a solemn farewell, and turned to walk into the drizzling rain. His figure gradually disappeared into the distance, his dark blue student uniform appearing and disappearing in the rain and mist. Shen Qingyuan remained standing there, her oil-paper umbrella having long since slipped from her hand, the rain soaking the hem of her cheongsam, but she seemed oblivious. The wind stirred up the mist from the Qinhuai River, carrying a slight chill, but it couldn't dispel the warmth in Shen Qingyuan's heart. She looked down at the faint marks left by the stack of books in the corner, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips. She knew that this

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