Qiao Yuantong×Shen Huaimu
There are thousands of moss marks, and the tenderness lingers in Jiangnan forever.
The sound of the oars is slow, Jiangnan is made of water, soft yet strong.
The white sky is rippling here, and mist and rain are traveling south of the Yangtze River.
Standing on tiptoes, she climbed into the boat quietly, and her slender hands touched her tenderly, creating waves of excitement and joy on the water.
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