Come to Wuzhen, it's night.

in the misty sky, like smoke and dream like rain, wet bluestone board, a blue city river passes through the street, rippling light waves, shaking up the blacker and brighter tiles washed by the rain, lotus Green Water Pavilion, corridor shed, Diaolou, river quay, and flame like lanterns hanging under the corridor.

Yan Ruoxue looks at Wuzhen in front of her eyes. The atmosphere of the south of the Yangtze River breeds a lot of bitterness and delicacy in her heart, as well as the beauty and melancholy that make people feel unreasonably surprised.

Chu Yan looked at Yan Ruoxue deeply, "girl, how about we...