In the twilight of spring, the beautiful glow falls on the bluestone slabs of the Star Picking Courtyard.

Zhao Yanqing stood in the center of the courtyard in a moon-white robe, and the light illuminated his whole person very dazzlingly, and at a glance, he looked like a fairy in the sky.

It's so warm and reassuring.

It's just that it's very close, but I feel that he is very far away.

I obviously only saw it yesterday, but ......

Chapter 113 of "The Lower Cousin", True Mother, Don't Cry. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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