It was the first time he met her.
The young man walked slowly from the other end of the bridge, holding a white oil-paper umbrella.
The hand holding the umbrella handle is slender and beautiful, and the white robe is spotless.
He has a handsome and indifferent face, a pair of eyes that seem to fall into the bright stars, bright yellow clothes
The girl in the shirt was stunned.
As she passed by, the young master's sleeve brushed against her sword-holding hand.
When people walk away, when they look back, they can only see a tall, white figure.
There are some people who fall in love with each other for thousands of years upon meeting them.
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