The night in Yingtianchuan is always slightly damp, with water vapor rushing towards you like an undercurrent, and there seems to always be a layer of translucent fog between the sky and the earth.
Noah emerged from the sky and water shadows like a swimming fish.
He shook off the water droplets on his head, stretched out his hand and threw a fat fish with white scales into the air onto the shore. Then he lay listlessly on a rock near the beach, looking up at the moon that looked like a lying rabbit.
Just as he was about to take a breath, he heard a warm voice from behind asking, "Noah, why are you here?"
Noah was thinking about his own things. He was startled by the sound and slipped into the water again because he lost his elbow.
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