Disclaimer: The heroine in this article is seriously pretentious, so please don't enter if you don't like it.
Others recite poems, while I recite sutras.
While others dance, I ring the bell.
Others say, Young Master, what about the slave family?
I say, donor, you are so good.
Who can build a wall and lend me some help first~~~
This article is an old draft. Due to too many flaws in the previous article that affected the ending, the full text has been revised and will be logged out gradually. The revision address is as follows
Lucky Peach Blossom Dharani
This pit will be changed from the cliff in the future.