Liu Rushi leaned against the window and looked at the endgame in front of him. His original clear thoughts and clear direction had been shrouded in a layer of mist.
The deep sky was dyed with green smoke curled up by the bright moon, which was clearly full of beautiful flowers and bright moonlight.
The dim light was blown swaying by the breeze. Sandalwood was burning in the Boshan stove on the table, and pale blue smoke escaped.
This is a small pavilion. There is a desolate land in front and behind. The reason why I would appear in such a place and at such a time was entirely because I was waiting for him.
Because she knew that one day, he would pass by here. This is what he once told her. She believed it.
The scent of sandalwood drifts with the wind, leaving you speechless and quiet. Accompanied by the sound of soft footsteps, Liu Rushi looked at the other party's clear facial features from a distance. The resolute outline and light eyebrows were all familiar to her.
She suddenly cried like falling flowers in the rain, trembling.
She called, "Shaoan. Shaoan."
It was a man, a handsome man, carrying something tall and large on his back, covered with white cloth, which looked like a guzheng.
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