In Yuancheng in my memory, there is no moonlight at night, no poetry, wine and neon lights.
Even the gentle evening breeze carries the tireless voice of distant people into everyone's dreams.
The old city has overhanging eaves and the flowing water is lonely.
In the darkness above the dim street lamp, red light spots rose and fell at this moment, clearly and covertly burning into Yan Shechuan's heart.
He swallowed the astringent feeling in his throat and walked to the low wall, full of manuscripts.
But when she really mustered up the courage to look up and look into that person's eyes, even Xia Chan found it difficult to remain silent.
Those were eyes full of distress and blame.
Yan Shechuan heard his own voice scattered in the wind——
"Come down, I will catch you."
At the same time, I also catch myself...
1V1he
Next year
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