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A pond of smoke, willow, cold and verdant, half bamboo, cold and cold as the moon returns.

The lone star sank to the west, and a crescent moon hung in the sky. Hua Xin was sitting alone in a corner of the small pond. As her beautiful feet reached into the cool water of the pond, a faint trace of sadness appeared between her brows.

Hua Xin let out a long sigh, looked at the cold Crescent Moon