"What is your dream, Xiaoxin?" The whole class watched the thin little girl in the corner stand up slowly, as if she had just woken up.
"It's a good dream to have food to eat."
Now that so many years have passed and everyone has their own social network, who would still take these things seriously.
Wang Xin thinks so too. It's not like the end of the world is coming. What happened yesterday has long been forgotten.
And I said, yesterday
But the pressure of life in the middle of the night forced her to feel
If I make more progress, I might be able to live a better life.
How much time do you have?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
