The king smiles and is charming for a lifetime, and the gentle breeze smiles and disperses.
The boulder has been transformed into a spirit for eight thousand years, and the soul has been transformed for this time.
Tears were like rain, falling onto the stone table with a clatter, and the fine dust flew away. He raised his head slightly, looked at me drunkenly, and smiled.
"Ha, Mingxi. You are finally interested."
I looked at him with tears in my eyes and was heartbroken. Heart?
I touched my chest, but my mind was still blank.
So this is what it feels like to have a heart? I have been waiting for this enthusiasm for thousands of years, but why do I only feel cold now?
His smile was no longer as gentle as the breeze, nor as bright as usual. I knew that I would never be able to persuade him back.
I read it all over. . Ancient Chinese, so, in short
This story about a stone demon following a man's adventures
Can't say. I can't spoil it. . . I'm from high
(Slip of the tongue, a little adventure, I'm obviously here to be a nymphomaniac...