C378 Mysterious Figure!

As night fell, the silvery moonlight spilled onto the ground, and the mournful cries of crickets could be heard everywhere. The fragrance of the night filled the air, weaving into a soft net, enclosing everything within. All that the eye touches is the soft netting, whatever the grass or the wood, is not as real as it was during the day, they are all vague, illusory colors