The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and the bottle lock is slender, which is poetic and picturesque.

But it's a pity that this scene was completely wasted by the idiot who didn't understand the amorous feelings. The woman who had lived in the Xiang Pavilion for a long time held her chin with one hand, and only looked at the gray sky outside the window with her eyes.

After a long time, the girl who finally came back to her soul sighed and got up.

It turned out that the hand holding the ink pen unconsciously let go, staining a piece of snow-white rice paper that should have been written full of beautiful and handsome. Restless, the girl simply put down the pen in her hand, walked to the window, and reached out to close the wooden window, separating the inner and outer worlds.

Back at the writing side, the girl sat down again, her chin propped up again.

There is a way: the sun shadow moves the flower perched trees, and the childhood sweetheart is sorrowful.