The full moon falls high on the dark curtain, and the vermilion inner door opens;
There were piles of rocks blocking the road, and the pool lingered. Two or three cute voices, soft and charming, were released from the inner hall: "Little Third Master, why are you all paying for her family today? Is it because of the host, or are you fascinated by the beauty's lantern, ah, hahahaha"
"That's it, that's it..."
In dreams;
The magnolia window was mottled with bamboo shadows, and the leisurely light and shadow filtered through the window. She leaned against the window and flipped through the book, but her eyes were not on the paper at all.
The high platform is different and the left is different. Let's discuss and think about it, and I will give you peace!
