The spring breeze is the worst, and under her gentle caress, the trees bloom with brilliant purples and reds, but suddenly they go away decisively, taking away the fallen reds. God is so bad, it took a lot of effort for me to win a super jackpot. Now that I have worn it in ancient times, I can only envy others who eat, drink, sleep, play, have fun, look good, and are cute as soon as they wear it. But I still have to laugh and play with these little brothers and sisters in the ordinary body of an old aunt who seems to be in her seventies in ancient times. What's even more disgusting is that God dared to threaten me with thunder and lightning, which made me just hum: This is not fair.