Sitting alone in front of the carved ridged window, I still laugh like the passing years. Look at the bright and clear moon, sparking brilliance all over the place.
The people behind them were busy packing their bags, but they were all well-trained, and there was no movement at all, only their clothes were swirling and their steps were soft.
The wind blew past the back of her head, blowing up the glass earrings that reached her neck and rustling against her collar.
It turned out that the door was opened, but the sound of footsteps was no longer as clear as before. It came slowly with a bit of fatigue, but the voice was always gentle and soft. "There is no need to pack too much, just pick up the important things and take them."
In a moment of trance, a gentle smile naturally appeared, and I looked back gracefully. I met your warm, jade-colored black eyes, and the corners of my lips were still raised. The bright moon was like water, splashing clear beads on your face. The moon was bright and silent on one side, and the candlelight was warm on the other. In the end, it was a gentle smile, and the room was quiet at night.
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