With tears in my eyes, I held on to Qingze's hand and whispered softly: "Holding your hand, you will know that your son is ugly. With tears streaming down your face, I will leave if you don't leave!"
"Go ahead!" Qingze jumped on the forehead at the crossroads. "Junior brother, stop talking about nonsense and go practice your kung fu!"
"Life is like dewdrops. Even if you win, you will lose." I murmured, "I just win too much, too much~ Oh my God~"
"(#‵′)Purple Stone~!!" Qingze became irritable, and the world became quiet...