Yan An retracted his hand and turned back suddenly to look. Behind him is a very dim room, with an old-fashioned carved red sandalwood bed and a large armchair inlaid with jade. The charcoal in the brass brazier went out, and the white charcoal ash sank to the bottom of the basin. The large Western dressing mirror was inlaid with boxwood, clearly reflecting the sky outside the window bit by bit - but it was a misty bit of light, which made people's hearts darken.
The empty and dark house has no light and no human life. Looking further to the side, the silver-red quilted crepe curtain on the door was shiny and flickering, and it seemed vaguely like someone was standing there.
... Okay, actually the story is like this, Xiao Gong and Xiao Shou grew up together and then Xiao Gong went to study abroad. A year later, he heard that Xiao Shou died of illness. Four years later, Xiao Gong came back to pick up Xiao Shou's bones and found that the cause of Xiao Shou's death was not as simple as people said... HE, scary, still BT...
Above, finished~
Pi Aisi: Definitely fill it in~~
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