At night, Fairy Lijiang, who was only wearing a white inner coat with a thin layer of gauze, was standing on the roof and eaves of the Moon Immortal Pavilion. Her waist was tied with a simple red ribbon, and her waterfall-like black hair casually fell on her shoulders. Her jade-like skin had a hint of melancholy at this moment. Her red lips were slightly closed, as if her eyes were looking at the cold moon from afar, emitting a sense of isolation.
There was a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. A smile that could topple a city, a country. Faint laughter sounded from the eaves. Fairy Lijiang's eyes turned slightly. When she saw the figure of the person who came, her face turned slightly red. "Senior Brother Shen, why are you here?"
Shen Ping also sat on the roof with his legs hanging down. He smiled and said, "Fortunately, I came. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to see such beautiful scenery under the moon."
