Yu Yourong lowered her eyes and looked at him.
The monk's robes, which looked like snow, were spread on the white bricks, which looked like jade, just like that day---
The red cassock was crawling in the air on the cold white snow, covered with dust.
Fortunately, his hall is cleaned every day and is free of dust.
Looking at Mei Shengxue who was exactly the same as before, if the system had not told him that the task had been completed, he would have had the same idea as the painting screen that was secretly glancing at his reaction at this moment.
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