When Zhou Weidong opened his eyes, his head was buzzing, and in his ears he could hear the little boy crying louder and louder. He struggled to hold himself up, and all he could see was the dark wall, and the quilt was covered in patches. The three children gathered around the bed, their faces covered with snot and tears. He traveled through the book and into the world of "Love in the Courtyard". In my previous life, when I was thirty-two, I didn't even get into a nest. In this life, when I was seventeen, I had three shabby rooms at home, three younger brothers, and both my parents were gone.
Reader comments
With the system in hand, I own the world. Martyrs, don't modern people still know how to use their own identities? Also, Yi Zhonghai is too demonized. He doesn't have that much ability.
When you brag, you have to be steady enough to catch two to three thousand catties of fish in one afternoon.
With the system in hand, I own the world. Martyrs, don't modern people still know how to use their own identities? Also, Yi Zhonghai is too demonized. He doesn't have that much ability.
When you brag, you have to be steady enough to catch two to three thousand catties of fish in one afternoon.