Cassandra has returned to the small town of Nanlan. She left here as a survivor of a bloody war 100 years ago. As the eldest daughter of the prophecy minister, she successfully succeeded her late father's position and gained the supreme power to foresee the future.
The morning air always felt pleasant and soothing. Cassandra stretched her arms and breathed deeply into her lungs the scent of dead leaves. She liked the bald trees in late autumn, the vines hanging down from the tall trees like cotton wool, and the brown stream. Although I have been away from the town for many years, everything is still within reach. It was at this moment that Bai Jing broke into her field of vision. The girl's bangs in the distance were randomly tied behind her ears, and her clear eyes were clear. She quietly chose a place to place the painting tools, so quietly that she almost blended into the autumn colors into a painting.
The sun shines on Bai Jing's beige large-collared sweater, and it has a transparent and warm texture. The kind of aura that Cassandra longs for is something she can never get...
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