The night in Qinhuai is extremely beautiful, and the stars are like extinguished lanterns on the river and fly to the sky in the water. Zhuang Xu smiled in this gentle night. He felt that the trip was well worth it. He couldn't see her this time. Well, he was naturally willing to wait until the girl felt that she could let go and miss him. The next, and the next, even the next late spring when the swifts flew together, would be the season when the flowers fall.
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