"After the empty guest in the courtyard returned, the painting hall was half-covered with a bead curtain. The forest breeze was blowing in the night and I was tired of it. The crescent moon in the small building looked back on me.
In Chunguang Town, people are old and empty, so why should we hate the new sorrows? The golden window is still in a state of confusion when it is trapped. The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken beauty. "
The song slowly faded away. Jingshi Long looked at the spring water and suddenly said: "Today next month, we will meet again. I will not kill you before the deadline."
Su Zhouhong looked at him with somewhat confused eyes: "It's a deal."
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