C85 the wild imagination of the sea

Qing He was a graceful, elegant and dream-like girl. She was like a fairy that had fallen from the clouds to the mortal world.

Right now, she was standing less than half a meter away from Chang Jing. The early morning's golden sunlight shone on her long and slightly raised eyelashes. It shook off her elegant, water lily style, slowly sprinkling onto her snow-white pleated skirt.

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