Rong Fan looked at her side face quietly, the white jade and peony flower tassel decorated with jade pieces gently swaying in the wind, as if dangling the bright moonlight into his heart, illuminating his inner hesitation.
He wanted to say something, but he didn’t dare to speak, for fear of disturbing her quiet and gentle at the moment, and for the glitz of the glitz, because he was fragmented with one mouth.
They are often like this. They are quiet people. They are always together. They are silent. She likes to see the scenery. He likes to see her. They can’t see enough.
The night wind blew for an hour or two, probably because it was cold, Xia Ran glanced at it with a little nostalgia, and then reluctantly went downstairs. The guards in the yard knew that the host’s family had come, and they had prepared according to their usual preferences. Had dinner.
Placed in the lake center pavilion, built in the lake center, there is an illusion of being on a boat among the rippling blue waves. The cool breeze blows over the flowers, sending bursts of fragrance, and the surrounding lights melt. Dining in such a place is especially good appetite.
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