A woman in Hanfu sits on a wooden bench under an ancient tree, the leaves casting dappled shadows on her face. The sun filters through the branches, creating a pattern of light and shade that plays across her serene expression. She is lost in thought, her hands folded in her lap, as if contemplating the wisdom of the centuries-old tree.

A woman in Hanfu sits on a wooden bench under an ancient tree, the leaves casting dappled shadows on her face. The sun filters through the branches, creating a pattern of light and shade that plays across her serene expression. She is lost in thought, her hands folded in her lap, as if contemplating the wisdom of the centuries-old tree.

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