Until that door opened, he had no idea that his life would change.
It seemed that from the time he was born to the time he walked into that courtyard, all the years in his life were just waiting, waiting to meet and talk with that person.
In the deep courtyard with little flowers and grass, there is only a mysterious owner. The night is dark and the moonlight is white. He talks about strange stories in a calm and gentle voice. He listens with fear and fear. Occasionally, he adds a word or a half, which makes his thoughts and thoughts deserted.
In the end... Who can keep whom?
The column ball is kept
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