Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. When he came, it was at this time.
Yan Lu put down the book in his hand and looked at Bajiao outside the window with some trance. A lamp is like a bean inside the house, and it is raining outside. It seems like a good day for reading at night. It's just that people who read at night have lost interest now and just stare at the rain outside the window silently.
I can't quite remember the day I came to Little Saint's Manor, but the way he came seemed like a dot of red in an ink painting, which made people deeply remember him. He remembered this person, and he also remembered this feeling...
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