Yi Fan first met Zhuo Nan under a cherry tree. Zhuonan's sleeping face attracted him. The mottled tree shadows are scattered on Zhuonan's body, and her beautiful face is breathtakingly beautiful.
Yi Fan was stunned for a long time before moving away.
Yi Fan met the sleeping boy again.
He sat on the grass, leaning against the trunk of a weeping willow tree, squinting his eyes and greedily sucking in the fresh air mixed with moisture under the tree, with a satisfied smile on his lips. The sunlight penetrated through the narrow leaves and outlined the outline of the young man's face: soft lines, thin eyebrows with ink, a straight bridge of nose, and a sharp chin.
Yi Fan was fascinated by what he saw. Then he took out his pen and paper and began to draw this dazzling scene...
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