It's night, and the dimness of the sky slowly replaces the glow of dusk; everything in nature can be replaced. In the age of survival of the fittest, how can we survive better? One thing after another is replaced; but what about the heart? Is it also the kind of natural rules that fall behind the wheel?
Zhao Xi thought that in fact, the people in his heart were still very strong and survived, which made him feel happy or sad, but why did one person still not disappear from my world, the smile was still spreading, and there was endless sadness in his eyes.
