Stealing Pen************

Private facilities At night, the moon spreads over the strings of the piano like a chime, and the inkstones wash into clouds in the autumn pool. Fang Yanyun didn't know how many lifetimes he had been guided back and forth, and he didn't even know if he was still a human being. Wang Zanghai said that he had never been a person with a strong sense of justice. He just had different ideas and would count them out if they couldn't get it together. He couldn't deny that it wasn't until he met a group of people that he picked up his original intention.