There are always extraordinary waves in seemingly ordinary life. What seems like a prosperous scene always has hidden filth. The bright red wound plucked a heartstring, and the lifeless face touched a trace of pity. Under the extreme ice, a heart beats gently, like a candle in the wind. Looking up, looking forward to when there will be a beam of light that will dig out the hidden hope and see it again.
PS: In Feilu, there may be a chapter that becomes a dangerous chapter and cannot be seen. This book is also available at Happy Bookstore. The book there is relatively complete. Readers who don't mind the trouble can drop by there. It would be of great benefit to me to have more collections~~
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
