The night is slightly cool, and the Qingqiu River is sparkling with silver. Since my aunt married into the Heavenly Palace, more and more night-glow pearls have accumulated in the river.
The bright light shines directly into the ninth heaven.
Feng Jiu quietly stared at everything in front of her, and with a wave of her hand, the entire river suddenly dimmed, with only the meager moonlight reflecting faintly on the water through the flowing clouds, and the thin light flowing down.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
