The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. The previous encounter, when he was on the other side of the lake, looking at her blurry figure in the hazy mist, left an unforgettable mark in his memory. We met again in the misty and picturesque Jiangnan, under the misty drizzle, the graceful beauty, and the scene of the rain shattered Jiangnan. He finally plucked up the courage to pursue that beautiful shadow that was so close yet so far away. The moment when the eyes meet, a different kind of encounter begins...
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