It rained all night, and it was almost half an hour when he got up.
Standing on the porch, the water vapor is heavy and the weather is a bit cold in autumn. Mo Tuan gave him a black single-lined cloak. He hesitated and took it.
"Hey, it's such a sin to go out on such a day." He shook off his cloak and put on the belt.
Mo Tuan rolled his eyes at him, "If you don't want to go, don't go. I don't have a knife on your neck."
"Hey, Tuan'er, where's the horse?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
