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The shadow of the moon slanted to the west, swaying back and forth on the window paper with a rustling sound.

In the silent night, Jiang Jianyue sat on the couch and watched the Manman muslin fluttering in the wind, gently blowing to her sleeping face, and his eyelashes touching the tip of her nose. He had turned over who knows how many times, but he still couldn't fall asleep