The setting sun was setting in the west, and only the last remaining rays of light were scattered on the river. When the wind blows, ripples appear on the surface of the water, and the light begins to vibrate and jump as if it has regained life. But after all, it was sunset, and it quickly disappeared into the black river, leaving a wisp of breeze in the sky.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from a house by the river, and then the night returned to its original tranquility. In an instant, there was another commotion. Jiang Xinlian was sitting in the dense canopy of trees, smiling between the branches and leaves as she looked at the panicked people in the courtyard. She suddenly leaned back and fell into a hug that appeared out of thin air. But she was not surprised at all, and still smiled like a flower.
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Brother, can I like my brother now?
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