In 1948, there was no one on the street late at night in Sijiucheng. Lu Zhenyuan looked down and saw that he was naked but only wearing a white vest. A few days ago, I was watching Qingmansiheyuan at home. The more I watched it, the more angry I became. I bought a box of razor blades to send to the author. The system asked if you have a house, a car, or a partner. Three consecutive questions tied him to time travel.
