
Thinking of Your Crescent Moon
About This Novel
Today, it is difficult to see heavy snowfall in the central and northern regions. Snowflakes are falling to the world, as if they are about to take root and grow. After a whole night, the city was completely white, covered in silver like a fairy tale town in the story, crystal clear and sparkling under the sunlight. Like Gu Yi's babble in his sleep, like the book of poems Gu Jiu chanted in a low voice, like Meng Qinghang playing a song, like the only thing worth remembering in the past nine years.
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Official(1)Scraped 6d ago
Come on, hold on
Come on, hold on. Just write the story you want to write, don't worry too much
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Official(1)Scraped 6d ago
Come on, hold on
Come on, hold on. Just write the story you want to write, don't worry too much







