at the moment when Deng Xiao left, Murong Xiaoxiao came up with her cat on her waist. Today, Murong Xiaoxiao was dressed in a white dress. Against the hazy fog in the morning, she seemed to be a fairy who didn't eat fireworks. She was holy and pure. She used to come out every morning to see the sunrise, like to see the scenery just rising, like the feeling of vitality.

open your hands and breathe out a deep breath of turbid air, greedily absorbing the fresh air of Shennongjia in the morning, without the pungent smell of oil smoke in the bustling city, which is full of the flavor...