The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

I guess everyone has heard a lot of blessings,

Let's make it simpler.

The little artillery is here to wish book friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

Sincere thanks to everyone who likes this book,

Every friend who supports the little artillery,

Thank you,

Bless you,

(It's almost modified in the past two days, and the update will be resumed tomorrow)