It is late February, and the temperature in Star City has warmed up a lot. It was around 11 o’clock in the middle of the night, and it was still about 10 degrees Celsius.
The wind on the riverside was not strong, and the four of them strolled around, wrapped their coats tightly, and didn’t feel cold.
At the beginning, Yang Zhener was chatting about how cute and cute the “Yellow Pie” of Xiaopang Niu’s family was, and discussed with Tang Baona whether they should also buy a cat and bring it back. Short, Garfield, Muppets or Little Tabby, or just adopt a stray cat?
But while chatting, after Xia Libing casually mentioned a few words about Yuexiajiangjing, Yang Zhener’s attention also shifted to the surface of the river.
“The river view here is really good. In the daytime, why didn’t we pay much attention.” Yang Zhener sighed as he looked at the moon reflected on the river.
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