Chen Youbenqiu

In the summer, cicadas chirped. Cuihua hugged her conscience and lay in the reeds by the river behind her house, feeling the reeds brushing her cheeks. She was so happy. Unfortunately, this is all fantasy. Cuihua touched her conscience's head and raised her head at a 45-degree angle, "Huang Tian, oh the earth, where is the promised path for mankind? Am I not considered a human being? Even a supporting role must be given a way to survive!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.