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Peng Xiangzhi slept so soundly that it was the chirping of birds that roused her from the warm quilt. She didn't hear the buzzing of her phone or the sound of footsteps outside, nor the noises of someone playing with water by the river or someone tinkering with pots and pans preparing to close shop. She heard only the crisp bird calls, as though she were sleeping amidst the leaves.
