After turning off the lights last night, the light on the floor under the curtains was very bright. In an instant, a familiar and long-standing feeling rose in my heart, and it was only after I opened the curtains that I realized that it was the light. Once upon a time, the moonlight was as bright as that, no, brighter, silvery white like snow, but unfortunately I haven't seen such a moonlight for a long time. The heart is also blunt. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com