There are eaves and beds in the house, but no parents;
There are mountains and rivers in my hometown, but no good people.
My name is Pan, a single word, and my genus is Shengmiao.
I like this mysterious mountain, I like my father who has always raised me, and I like that friend who dares to love and hate, but I love...
Did you know that the woman here will only love one person in her life?