𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤 - _moonlight_stxrlight - Wattpad

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𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤

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She was looking intently at the moon while he was leisurely admiring 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯.
"Moonlight makes everything look more beautiful."
She had told him but he couldn't agree , not in 𝘩𝘦𝘳 case at least . Standing there , clad in a pure white shawl 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.

𝘜𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘲𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘫 𝘬𝘰 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘪 , 𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘰 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪 .𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘪 𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘻𝘭𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘲 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢.

𝘑𝘢𝘣 𝘸𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘩𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘰 𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘬𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘵𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪 , 𝙪𝙨𝙠𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙖𝙥 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖 .All Rights Reserved

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