I believe that even if it rains all over the world, I will still feel warm next to you.
I just wanted to write a story about a black-haired kid and a silver-haired kid, about their love and being loved.
After 306 came out, I wanted to smoke FJ, and angrily posted that it would be better not to draw it than to draw it, but he really stopped updating 311.
So I wanted to whip myself again.
Most of this article has been written. This is just a simple story. I hope you will support me ^ ^
When he was thirteen years old, he knelt in front of the gate of his enemy's family for seven days and nights.
Xiaojie's willfulness caused irreversible consequences. His body that was forcibly stimulated to grow was like a broken ceramic. The breath of the archangel saved his life, but it could not save his talent.
Although Xiaojie said he didn't care, through those bright black eyes, Qi Ya could see full of unwillingness.
Yeah, he hasn't found gold yet.
The once infinitely bright future was ruined in a moment of impulse.
Qi Ya felt that he must have owed Xiaojie a lot of money in his previous life, so in this life, he was so devoted to him.