Shuiyue was veiled, sitting among mountain flowers, singing in a low voice with clear eyes.
She will never forget that day when the fire started, he pushed her out and said, "Let's go!", And he was hugged tightly by Xiao Yi, and the two of them rolled into a ball. Not far behind, several burning logs collapsed...
She looked down at the countless mountain flowers around her. The setting sun seemed to turn them all into red all over the mountains and plains in an instant.
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