At night, the evening breeze blows the hem of the clothes.

The sun is like blood in the west, and the fog is heavy in the east.

Leaving the orchard, the two were silent all the way.

One after the other, no one cares about anyone.

Qiu Nanfeng walked very slowly, almost stepping on small broken steps...

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