It was late at night, and a solitary lamp was flickering in the quiet room. Did this blurred light ever make decisions alone? Look, your translucent notes are like the swaying old tree of time, let me ask softly, have you ever walked out of the barrenness of yesterday? This tender light, but a person's comprehension? Or silent reading by two people? You are clearly clear, just like the night talking to the day, have you ever taken the ferry from the other side? Light, light, the light in the dark night, the light in the rain, you are like a white lonely, are you tired or your spiritual energy has been drained? I can't wait for you to dance the curtain call. All I have is wandering around the empty valley, all I have are countless dots of ink, and a gift from the sky:
"Sauvignon Blanc ~ The Lonely Shadow of the Blue Lantern"
The morning light is shining, and the night is shining brightly. When looking at the books and letters, the deputy chief of the brigade is self-shepherding. The lamp is lonely, the shadow is lonely, I am in love with the moon, Lan Mengfu, and the Sanskrit sounds are lingering in Tianzhu. (Ci Lin Zhengyun enters the room) (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com