The bright moonlight gently sprinkled through the window in every corner of the room, and the author couldn't help but look at the crescent moon, like jade, although it was not as radiant as the sun, but it also gave people a trace of sustenance in their hearts.

The author himself couldn't help but be a little distracted, racking his brains to think about how to drag this change over, but he didn't want to be like Qin Han in the pen, his gloomy thoughts seemed to be implicated in the most fragile part of time and space, and the next breath the author disappeared, leaving only a wormhole that kept shrinking on the side, until it was nothing.

ps:(Today's state is really bad.,Wrote more than a thousand words.,Look at the bullshit and don't make sense.,It's all deleted.,Promise to make up for everything you owe tomorrow.,Of course, for some of the previous garbled texts.,I don't want to let piracy take advantage.,As for whether it's useful or not, you'll have to talk about it in a few days!)

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