In the evening, Yin Miaoqing leaned almost entirely on the snow and dust of the palace on the floor tiles not far away, and sat cautiously on the ridge of the tiles.

In the sky, the moon is full, and all the lonely men and widows look up at the full moon in the sky, but their hearts are beating wildly.

Gong Xuedun wanted to put his hand around Yin Miaoqing, but his arm was hanging over his opponent's shoulder, but he stopped in a wooden way and could not put it down.

Yin Miaoqing stole a glimpse of some wooden snow and dust in the palace, but it was...