C1005 Love

It was said that the moonlight was enchanting and full of tenderness.

But for some reason, Jiang Mengdie felt a sense of sadness.

The moonlight was like water, and her soft and beautiful figure was filled with an indescribable loneliness. She was like a green lotus quietly blooming in the night. She was elegant and beautiful, but she was lonely.

After standing there quietly for a long time