June doesn't remember how she got there, she was drifting, suddenly and suddenly. April, May, and July are with her.
Four girls, taking a vacation and going on a short trip. A certain verdant mountain, a small town hidden outside the city center, is as beautiful as the painting on the back of a postcard.
Suddenly it floated up. The thoughts become soft and fuzzy. But it is a kind of beautiful haziness, like being tipsy.
It's like being in the clouds. Bixiao. Nine days.
Really, when you step on the clouds, the background is clear blue.
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