Yuhua and Huaile were walking on the road and were stoned inexplicably.
Yuhua's head was broken, and Huaile stood up holding his stomach and asked loudly:
"Who? Who did it!"
Although Yuhua discovered the murderer, she fainted.
Huaile was knocked unconscious within a few moments.
There was a steady flow of clear wine, one drink after another, as if sadness was rolling over me.
Reunion dreams, sad nights, the moon is extraordinarily round.
The wine in the golden cup reflects the bright moon, and the bitterness is no longer sweet.
(One sentence a day, I believe I can finish it) (This is a Douluo Dalu fanfic, mainly writing some unconstrained and whimsical strange things)
(I don't know why, but I read the Douluo Dalu comic when I was in junior high school, and I didn't finish it… the novel really persuaded me to quit.)
(At that time, because I was too bored to follow the plot of Poseidon Island, it was my first time to read a novel, which left me with the impression that novels are terrible)
(Now I am not interested in comics at all... My aesthetics will change...)
Intention: loneliness