Jiang Ruofu walked directly into the dance pavilion in the eyes of everyone, walking casually, but with a wide-sleeved robe, he inexplicably had the bearing of a famous man.

Uninhibited, uninhibited, casual and arrogant.

The lantern curtains in the sky swayed and swayed with the wind, and the hem of her clothes was blown up by the wind, as if sitting under a waterfall, above the water and stones, there were mountains and flowing water, and the white crane called back, because Fang had been holding her forehead, and some broken hair on her forehead fell

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