The shadows of the dark trees swayed under the moon, and the lake on one side was lonely and shimmering with silver.

Song Qing'an glanced at the forearm handed by Pei Qing, but raised his palm, clasped his hand from below, and shook his ten fingers.

"Let's go, Pei Zhangji."

Song Qingan looked up at him, with a kind smile on his face.

Pei Qing was silent, but the strength of his hand was tight, and he was tightly attached to her.

The two of them came out of the forest, and Liu Quan had been waiting outside.

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