Ji Qiu, the tenth year of Zhenqi
The misty rain in Jiangnan is the most unforgettable.
Zhou Qiqi thought that she still remembered Jiangnan.
I remember the man who always wore silk blue clothes, with half-tied ink hair, picturesque eyebrows and a bamboo-like posture, slowly walking towards her while holding an umbrella.
Before Zhou Qiqi met Zhao Yanfei, she lived as carefree as a gust of wind.
After meeting him, her family was ruined and she was far away from her hometown.
I don't know how to write copy, and my writing style is rubbish, really rubbish. The whole text is spoken word. Don't lie.
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