In his former life, Lin Rui made his living with his hands. Don't get the wrong idea: his long, pale hands weren't suited for hard labor. The only thing they could do was make your wallet disappear into his pocket right under your nose, like a magician's. Lin Rui, an ordinary man living this sort of life, could never understand how a trip to the mountains could end with him caught in a landslide, or why that damned rock had to land right on his head. Was this really how his life was going to end? As Lin Rui lost consciousness, the bewitching voice of some singer surnamed Zhang kept echoing in his mind...
I advise you to come back quickly and finish it, otherwise I will never let you go in my dreams.
Mmm~(^з^)-☆
Update soon! It's really beautiful.
Update soon, I think I can see it...
Well written!!! Come on!
Sprinkle flowers~\(≧▽≦)/~It's so well written~\(≧▽≦)/~
Oh no, what you said, the author, was said by Sister Peony. . . What Sister Peony said is, Lord Assassin, your words are the direction of my life. . .
Is my brother wearing it? Want to know where my brother is wearing? Will the brothers meet again?
Is there any update today?
Empty. . Can you still fly?