It has been four months and three days since Xiaomeng entered this miserable world.
Thinking back on it now, Xiaomeng still couldn't help but want to complain, which couple was quarreling? Let's just quarrel. Throw something downstairs if you have nothing to do; just throw some pillows and quilts, but what kind of kitchen knife did you throw downstairs?
Yes, Xiaomeng was hacked to death by this kitchen knife that "fell from the sky".
Then, she put on this woman who was dressed in pitch black, never left the door, never stepped outside, and lived in her own illusions all day long. Ah! Hey, you really think of yourself as a bitter woman, Ma Xiaomeng complained silently in her heart.
It doesn't matter if he loses his memory as soon as he passes through it, and he doesn't care if he turns into a baby. But, Wei Di, I have nothing to do with you, stay away from me. What? Are you rich? Yeah, yeah, yeah, then I will reluctantly date you for a while.