Sima Yue sat alone on the ruined temple on Qingqiu Mountain, although the wind was a little cold today, but it may also be because of the rain just now, the late night sky always looks relatively clean and tidy.

Qingqiu City is brightly lit at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain, and many restaurants are still lighting signs and selling all kinds of pastries.

The streets of the colorful Qingqiu City are not lively, but I don't know where the sound of the piano and the song come from, intermittently plucking the listener's heartbeat.

Qingqiu Mountain, which was still restless in the afternoon, had fallen asleep peacefully at this time, and the cold and sweet smell of dry air floated in the air, and suddenly sucked ......

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