There were red marks on Shijiu's face. The wind shook the curtains, attracting Shijiu's eyes. Through the gap in the camellia tree, the camellia was hanging on the spider's silk. Lu Yao made a perfect smash and landed on the camellia. His white clothes reflected his smile, and the memory was frozen.
We use handwriting to describe time, and every stroke is beautifying, and it has nothing to do with it.
Purpose: Self-salvation
