in the withered leaf forest,

The girl in white stood not far away and squinted, looked at the middle-aged Confucian who suddenly appeared in front of her, and said slowly, "You are his protector?"

She wouldn't believe that this was what a small-town teacher should look like, but the girl didn't know the depth of this person's roots.

The middle-aged Confucian with gray temples shook his head with a smile, "Not really." ”

Hearing this, the girl in white quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but she still didn't dare to relax in the slightest, because the feeling that this person gave her was too strange.

Just like people looking at flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water, they are all vague and hazy, and they are all illusory and unreal......

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