The moon is full and the steps are down.
She raised her eyes and looked at the sky. It was the hour, the sun was shining warmly on her body, the clouds were white and pure, like cotton candy, and the sky was blue.
When Mingyue saw the sun, for some reason, she remembered the crescent moon hanging in the pavilion by Jingshui Hu last night, with its curved teeth and dim yellow light, coolly shrouding, shrouding... Them... Yes, them.
One is tall and tall, while the other is playing the piano and singing softly.
"The piano and the piano are in harmony," she burst out laughing, "This really has nothing to do with me!"
Looking at Yang Feng's back, a thought suddenly came to my mind. Fortunately, I saw it. Fortunately, I saw it. Otherwise, what would I have done if I had fallen down?