Julian Tao closed his eyes as if blinking normally.
But in fact, the moment he closed his eyes, Julian Tao clearly sensed the existence of something somewhere on the right rear of his body that was not in harmony with the surrounding environment.
It should be the extra "street lamp" in the reflection of the puddle.
There were piles of fallen leaves that had been blown in by the wind in the pavilion. The fallen leaves had rotten into leaves, and the half-rotted ones were piled on the lower layer. The top layer was covered with frost and had melted, showing a brown-black color.
Julian Tao walked into the pavilion, where there was a stone table.
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