Stone bridges, flowing water, green tiles and white walls. Even though it was early winter, the south of the Yangtze River still had a unique flavor. In the dark night, there was a bright moon and lanterns, which were quiet and peaceful. I sat on the bow of the boat, watching the lights swinging in the water. I couldn't help but hug the box in my arms tightly, and scolded, Tao Qingfan, you are such a fool.
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