After getting drunk, Le Sijie went to bed and lay down. The painting attracted him deeply.
The wooden horse in the painting was blue, with its head lowered. It had a light and elegant color, and it had the proper benefits. The wooden horse's eyes pointed straight at Le Sijie heart, and it was cold and sad.
This reminded him of An Ran.
He looked at the book. Reading was a troublesome matter for men.
However, in order to enter the An Ran, he still bought An Ran favorite book.
Through the hazy moonlight, the wine glass was held up by the Le Sijie jade finger.
His charming peach blossom eyes were closed and his long black eyelashes fluttered.
He took a sip of his thin red lips before looking into the distance.
An Ran, it was a night of pear blossom rain. I hope you could read my letter
