In the misty and rainy sky, which looks like an ink painting, there is a figure not far away, holding an ink umbrella, elegantly approaching slowly along the flat bluestone slab.
The woman was wearing a light green cheongsam, with graceful curves, and a slender waist that seemed weak and fragile. As the woman got closer and closer, she couldn't help but sigh, she was as beautiful as a Jiangnan ink painting.
There was a car parked on the side of the road. Inside the car, Mu Huaian looked out the window with a calm expression. But he didn't know that this glance made him fall deeply into love and never forget it...
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