So far, the sky has not yet been brightened.

The light in the room was dim.

She walked to the table, raised her hand and slid the match, and the bright light of the 'poof' was imprinted on the bottom of the pupil, illuminating the clean and tidy tabletop.

The water stains that were deliberately knocked out yesterday have also disappeared cleanly.

Placing the candle on the table, she turned, took out a piece of paper and pen from the dresser, and lay down on the table......

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