Song Qing, who has just grown into a young boy, is standing under the crabapple tree in a light green gown. She purses her lips and smiles shyly but cannot suppress the surprise. In Shao Juncheng's eyes, it is like a drop of color dripping from the tip of the wolf hair, melting into the clear water, and settling in the bottom of his heart, where it will grow into a green lotus.
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