At night, there was silence.

The black canopy covered all the houses, the moonlight was hazy, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the wind was gentle, blowing all things on the earth, passing by them, taking away the emerald green of summer and leaving the harvest of autumn.

It was getting late, and I couldn't see anything, as if I had just been dyed with ink. Occasionally, a few stars resemble a round moon, and a few bits of light shine as they cross the sky. Everything on the earth was shrouded in the bleak moonlight, as silent as time jammed, but there was a small sound of leaves grinding from time to time. Time never seemed so quiet, or maybe it should have been......

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Chapter 58 of "The Year Is Not Me" Good Match? Bad fate? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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