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On the surface of the lake, there was a sorrowful blood-red color. The peach tree by the lake, the faint enchanting scenery, just like a beauty with sorrow in the morning dressing up, but the same mood as a moth brow.

He followed her gaze and saw a boat with a woman on it with a bun on her head staring at the water. The red light on the lake was even less beautiful than her.

"Qing Er