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"Lijiang..." "Sorry …" The river fire that was still in a deep sleep shed two clear lines of tears, which slid down to his temples and disappeared.

It was hard to sleep tonight, and there was also Ye Mo Tian.

A pot of wine, a person, and a crescent moon.

Ye Mo Tian sat at a small table in the courtyard, holding a wine jar in his hand. He was drinking a lot, unlike ordinary wine cups