[Art Picture Language] 2023.07.20 Zhu Dongfeng 641

She was a stroke of spring when the gods fell into the mortal world. At that time, the spring was vague, and through her eyes, she could see the half of Jiangnan that no one in the world had ever set foot on. Kissing her whole midsummer, the orange air dazzled her brows, and in an instant, the world was turned upside down and everything was colored. .