Xinlu-Sanghai

Unconsciously, my eyes were dim and dizzy, sour and blurry, and I prayed: Those pairs of eyes that suddenly turned white and suddenly cracked will deserve their leisure! The wrinkles in the orbits will be stained with happy clarity! Can the early morning filled with fragrance be dim and dejected... So, use the heart as the pen, use the emotion as the ink, stick to the garden of the mind, and go through the vicissitudes of life. When the pole falls, follow the outline. How can the mind be lost? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.