The silk threads in the deserted garden pulled up twisted and strange shadows; on the wires in the apartment, a severed hand danced excitedly; the speakers in the vegetable market always had hair hanging down; a blood-stained bicycle often appeared at the intersection at night...
"Crack!"
Pei Ge stepped on a ball and the liquid stained his trousers.
"Don't run away in a hurry. Do you want to consider cooperating?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
Reader comments
Just be a school and be a school. Don't always put in messy things. People will come to see it just because of your subject matter. But who else can stand it if you put in some messy stuff?
Just be a school and be a school. Don't always put in messy things. People will come to see it just because of your subject matter. But who else can stand it if you put in some messy stuff?