A dagger has been thrust into my chest. The blood on his hands, the blood on his chest, and the blood between his feet were mixed into a pool. The smell of blood made me feel sick, and my vision went dark. When I opened my eyes again, my wife was stroking my hair and saying, "Don't be afraid, it's just sunflower water."
If you leave me, your world will either turn upside down or go right back.
There has been a literary shortage recently, so I write alone when I am lonely.
A hole is being dug, please watch your step.
The heroine was slightly offended because my mind was a little twitchy~
I have the final say on my own, and I have to eliminate the ingredients I don't like. Many of the plots are linked together by my dreams~ but I doubt that I will follow the usual path as I write. . .