It seems like something that happened a very, very long time ago. He stood behind the stone table, leaning against the Rong Hua tree, the same age as him. A faint curve touched his lips, as if he were smiling, but not quite.
First, he would tap the book in his hand against his palm, then slowly stroll toward me. I knew he would laugh first, three times, then ask, "Mo Yan, what trouble have you gotten into this time?"
All right, I admit it. I'd gotten into trouble again. I just couldn't stand the way he looked. That mocking look he wore toward the world. He thought he could fool everyone, but I wasn't everyone. I could see right through him.
But how long has it been since I last saw that face, that expression?
Rong Hua, I think I might just... miss you a little.
When will it be updated again, bastard QAQ!!!
Come on, I really want to know what happens next. . . .
It's really good. The word count is even better than my poem Bingqing Ganba Daddy~
What does Rong Hua look like? QAQ
Come on!! Very good
It seems interesting
QwQ has good writing skills. I'll kneel down if I can only write funny words.
It seems good... Hehehe, keep up the good work
It seems interesting, come on