On the boundless plains, the breeze is not dry, and the dead man bends down, revealing a sharp rhinoceros horn. I remember that the moonlight was just right that night, the leopards were shadowed, the lions were roaring, and the horses were neighing and their hooves were quiet, but none of them were as good as the snow-white rhinoceros under the withered skin.
She considers herself indifferent but encounters countless strange people, so she often wonders if she has a buff that attracts strange people, but she has to be grateful.
Otherwise, where does love come from and where does it go?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
