Miss Truth found herself lying in a London cemetery on a snowy winter day, with only her dog Sherlock and a portfolio left for her by a gentleman with the pseudonym Mr. H.
Vincent: With all due respect, I just want to listen to the radio by the fireplace.
August: As long as I can serve beautiful ladies, I will do my best.
Song Zhenli: Please be more reliable!
"When I woke up, I found myself in a cemetery and the snow had buried me."
——The new energy ether that is about to come out, the noble lady and her lovers who died in her own home, Miss Truth and her friends who have no past
While looking for the truth, look for yourself.
The truth is like a rose, it has thorns but makes people yearn for it...
