(The perspective of the main bottle evil is slightly small. We are not together, it is all memories.)
He spent a hundred years kneeling in exchange for one day in this world for me
Zhang Qiling knelt in front of the bronze door and burned incense for hundreds of years.
Wu Xie built a crooked snowman outside the door.
"Idiot, the snowman will turn into a snowman."
"But you remember how it melted away."
Like remember me.
