Warning: The heroine is extremely pretentious. If that's not your thing, don't read.
Others recite poetry; I chant sutras.
Others dance; I ring bells.
Others say, "Young master, what do you think of me?"
I say, "Amitabha, benefactor."
Could someone build me a wall to lean on
This is an old draft. The earlier chapters had too many glaring flaws that affected the ending, so I'm revising the entire story and will repost it bit by bit. The revised version is titled The Peach Blossom Dharani for Good Fortune.
I'll move this story to the cliffside scene later.
Strongly reject np!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah, it's torture...
Why don't you lock the text? . Big
It's better to be an NPC, otherwise it would be too pitiful.
It is strongly recommended to fill the hole!!! ORZ
Not bad, well written, but don't be NP
Update soon, looking forward to it
It's quite funny. It's best to take them home.
Can anyone tell me the name of the song in the background of this article? I would be very grateful.
NP bar. . . . . NP. . . . NP. . . NP… I am extremely resentful!!!!