I do n’t know when, the cicadas sound at night, and the heartbreaking cry.
Jasper Ji moved his furry paws, raised his head and looked at the **** moon hanging in the night sky, thinking about something unrelated.
Slowly, I don’t know how long.
A faint grunt gradually came out, and the black and white creatures hanging on the treetops became quiet, soft and soft like a marshmallow.
In the early morning, the birds often sounded first.
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