The moon hangs on the branches, and the light and shadow on the roadside have this harmonious melody. The stream next to it was not frozen three feet due to the low temperature. The stream beats rhythmically, quietly playing like a winter love song.
The open window is like a TV, and it reflects the green smiling face of a girl.
“Have you not eaten yet? It’s all so late.” Emma Mu smiled on the window.
“Well, waiting for someone.”
Emma Mu seemed to have heard the news from Tianda: “Who is waiting for someone so great?” Must be a god!
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