When the pupa shell in the puddle cracked, what splashed out was not turbid muddy water, but three drops of gold liquid with the fragrance of ink. I shook my wings and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach. What I excreted turned out to be scraps of paper - with the word "pineapple" on them. I was stunned, what is going on? Am I different from other mosquitoes?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
