It's quiet all around, the courtyard is deep, and the green willows cover the pink and red buildings. The night was as cold as water, and there was a bright moon. The cold moonlight reflected her clothes like white snow.
The door curtain opens and closes, and fine dust is scattered on the ground. She was a delicate woman. She looked at the thinly dressed master and couldn't help but frown. She was furious, "Miss, you are wearing so little to play the piano again."
Liu Rushi smiled lightly, "It's pure and refined, Qiuhen, didn't I say it?" Don't call me miss until I remember everything.
Qiuhen chuckled, that was not possible. When the lady thinks of me, will I not be miserable?
Liu Rushi pursed her soft lips into a line and stopped talking. The lamp flickered by the wind, which seemed like endless sadness. She paused, turned around and said, Qiuhen, I want to go out and take a look, can you prepare something for me?
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