A cool breeze blew across the lake filled with residual lotus leaves, causing little ripples to appear on the water, which soon swayed gently, just like the clothes of a person leaning on a railing being blown up by the wind.
Lonely and silent.
Thin and dense raindrops began to float in the sky, swaying with the wind. After a while, a thin layer of mist rose on the lake, covering the emerald green courtyard hazy.
Before you know it, it's Chinese Valentine's Day again.
Yanzhi looked out the window and retracted her gaze, falling on a Yaoqin on her lap and gently stroking it. The tinkling sound could not be heard clearly in the mist-like drizzle.
The aroma of the cinnamon in my arms has lost its fragrance. This year's Chinese Valentine's Day, Qinghuan didn't come.
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