The moment the dark clouds opened, the thickened hands knocked down the porcelain on the table like falling leaves.
The shattering sound was like bones and limbs falling apart. No one knows what to despair about, or even what to give up.
As the lights gradually turned on, soulless corpses were wandering in the streets. They frantically sold everything.
The texture of this era can only make people sick, like the poor water of the Yellow River. Atop the turbulent waves, in a solitary boat, the three Ran siblings have experienced all the ugliness of this era. The hands holding each other were also covered in sweat.
Amidst the steady music, they waited for the verdict.
It seems that everyone is at fault, and no one can do anything about it.
"Crack!"
Listen to this most gorgeous cry.
In the fourteenth year of the Republic of China, a heavy curtain was raised