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... morning, Qi An was already sitting on the bed, drowsily hugging the quilt, buried in the soft pillow that smelled of pine wood, outside the window was the clear and bright sound of birds singing, the sun was shining thousands of miles away, Withered vines twine around the old trees, and the scrolls of late autumn are slowly spreading in front of you, which is poetic and picturesque.
Gradually recalled the scenes of last night in my mind.
Finally, the frame was fixed at the app ...
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