The moonlight casts the shadow of the two people walking slowly on the ground. She was wearing a dark rose-colored cloak, and the hood covered half of her face, revealing a pair of eyes that were misty, like the mist that lingered on the peak all year round. When she lowered her eyes, a small shadow was cast on her skin. She secretly glanced at Yuan Jingzhi. He was holding an umbrella, with a leisurely attitude, a soft expression, and a smile at the corner of his mouth. She blushed, thinking that she had discovered her little thoughts, and tilted her head back. Behind her were two lines of deep and shallow footprints, stretching into the distance, as if they were entangled and would never be separated.
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