A few cups of roxy extreme fanfic
I was forced to cook for myself.
Will there be a hot summer that only happens once in fifty years?
Will anyone still kill tomatoes for Ying Yuncheng on a winter night?
Is the researcher and strange fruit shop owner in the second-tier city observatory still working day in and day out?
It's not a coherent update. Sometimes I post essays of about 500 to 600 words.
Purpose: cherish the present moment