The road to Qianqiuyuan is particularly long today.
The brocade fish rushed forward as fast as the wind, wondering all the time why it hadn't arrived yet.
The servants who came and went would only bow to her from a distance when they saw her, and she had no intention of greeting them. Nine out of ten of these people were very unfamiliar, and the remaining one was only slightly familiar.
Finally, at the end of the overgrown weeds on the deserted road, she saw the dark gate of Qianqiuyuan, which was tightly closed, and there was no one in front of the gate.
The surrounding trees have grown densely, from fresh green in April to thick shade in July, making this place look particularly desolate.
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