Under the porch, the evening breeze blows and the lanterns sway.

In the darkness of light and shadow, Shui Qingchen stood with his hands in his hands, his white coat flying, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, gentle and elegant, and smiling shallowly.

Bao Simu stood up unconsciously and looked at him quietly.

The touching sound of the piano has become distant.

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