After slowly finishing his cup of tea, Qin Xiao set it down gently, then slowly turned his head to look at the bright moon hanging high in the sky outside the window.
The silver-white moonlight, pure as snow, poured down like water, not only illuminating the windowsill but also casting dreamy patterns of light and shadow across the wooden floor.
This soft and mysterious radiance seemed to drape the entire room in a light, gauze-like veil, filling it with a serene and peaceful atmosphere.
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