Wuxi sat in front of the courtyard, with white pear blossoms fluttering like snow above his head, and at this time they were falling one after another, like a white snow that came too early.

Occasionally, petals fall on Wuxi's head and shoulders, and the pure white is lined on the fiery red robe, and in a trance, Shanshan seems to see the young Wuxi who has not yet lost his hair, or a brocade dress, or a cloth coat, but it is not what it is now.

"Sit down, Miss Tong." Wuxi raised his head and smiled at Shanshan, obviously he was not good-looking, but when he met his eyes, Shanshan always felt that his heart was soft, and he couldn't help but calm down.

This should be the atmosphere peculiar to monastics.

"Miss Cao is here too? Let's sit down and taste this pear blossom tea. Master Wuxi made a gesture of please, friendly

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