(Pure ancient language + no time travel + no system + abusive writing)
My name is Shen Manshu, and I always lose slowly in my life.
How long it takes to be bleak is always a dream
The annual rings are the ferryman's bell locks, urging pedestrians to rush by
The prosperous crabapples are the entrance to dreams. Sophora japonica in white clothes points to the old road and steps on it again. It's still Zhou Zhang whom I met for the first time.
There are not many ifs in the world. If you can't come back, just treat it as a dream and recall the days after a long absence.
Sheng Begonia, the flower language of Begonia flower is bitter love. The CPs in this article are all be
