Darkness, cold lake water, bone-chilling despair. At the end of the sinking of consciousness...
"No! My destiny is not up to me. I have to live my life in this life."
When singing during the day, you must indulge in drinking, and do not let the golden bottle face the empty moon.
Reader comments
It's hard to describe in one word😦
This is not like an online novel. Like those who publish novels.
It's hard to describe in one word😦
This is not like an online novel. Like those who publish novels.