Bai Zongnan looked at the sky and nodded: "Okay." ”

In the rooms, the beds are clean and tidy.

Meng Yao finished washing.

Bai Zongnan was lying by the window, looking at the bright moon, and suddenly remembered a poem.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. ”

Meng Yao turned over, opened his eyes, and looked at Bai Zongnan.

She stretched out her hand and hugged Bai Zongnan from behind: "Brother, you sing."

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