Night falls.

The bright moonlight slanted on the face, and when the breeze blew, the water surface rippled, and the moon in the water turned into broken jade pieces, swaying.

I don't know when layers of faint clouds drifted in the night, and the bright moonlight gradually became hazy.

The refreshing fragrance of osmanthus wafted into the room with the cool night breeze, and the moonlight shone through the cracks in the verdant leaves of the courtyard, through the cracks in the windows, and on the middle-aged man standing at the desk.

Mottled

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