Outside the window, the green vines hang like a dream, and the sunlight fills the windowsill, and the house is quiet. The knight Nia sat on the edge of the bed and peeled the oranges one by one into the crystal plate at the head of the bed. Then take a closer look at the delicate sleeping face on the bed

Hand hit...... Hand hit......

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