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Half the length of a finger...
Qingyuan stretched out her palm, examining it closely.
She understood the timing method Yao Ziyan was referring to: one second was just slightly longer than the duration of a blink.
"The cherry blossoms fall at a rate of five centimeters per second..." Qingyuan echoed Yao Ziyan's words, her face etched with confusion
