There are three thousand weak waters in the world, but any living thing in the world who enters this water will lose their flesh and blood, their soul will be scattered, and they will never be reincarnated. But there are always people who are inexhaustible.
Touching a blooming lotus between her eyebrows with his fingertips, he simply said: "I have wasted my life because of this Prajna lotus."
But she smiled, "Among these three spring willows, three hundred pavilions, three thousand beauties, and thirty thousand people, none of them can compete with a fluttering lotus flower in a troubled world?"
Who, in a corner of the abandoned palace, would pick up a pair of dust-covered red beans with blood and tears and wipe them carefully?
The writing is immature, please be considerate~~ I originally planned to finish it during the winter vacation, but now it seems I can't... I won't give up even though I'm slow.
A certain meow's debut novel. At first glance, oh, it's a comedy; upon closer inspection, it's a beautiful piece; when you look inside, it turns out to be a tragic article; when you see the ending, you finally realize that it's a public welfare and environmental protection article... Dig more, you'll find unexpected surprises.
Speaking of which, the extra story will come out later - -