Her name was Su Mo. Her father had slit his own throat on the rooftop before a heavy rainstorm. She didn't know.
She was young then, only eight years old. She followed a man wearing her father's human-skin mask as they wandered the martial world. The grudges and feuds of the martial world were never truly settled.
Okay, baby, but why is there so little hair?
Hey hey Sister...
Mo'er, why did you write it so smartly?
Damn it, damn it, you let me die at the age of eight.
Orange~ Please code quickly~ I want to know why he pretended to be Su Mo's father (ˇ?ˇ)~ ^_^O~ Work hard!
The description could be more detailed and mature.
The description could be more detailed and mature.