Dreams drift far away, and spring blooms in the southern lands.
Music and pipes sound from boats on the green river, while willow fluff fills the city and rolls through the light dust,
Keeping flower-viewers busy.
This is my first time writing a story, so just take a look. It's full of melodrama. If you read it, bring your own anti-cringe gear. Some things differ from historical fact, so don't nitpick. I really don't know much. I'm a pure, 24-karat loser who goes back and forth between World of Warcraft and Li Yi Bar, with absolutely no impurities.
I made the cover myself. If I can do it myself, I won't ask anyone else. Self-sufficiency means having enough to eat and wear.
I'm waiting for your next article
It's really good. I think it's more interesting to see what your author has to say every time. Hahaha. Come on, I'm looking forward to the next article.