"Hello, "Master" this is the 13th letter I have written to you. The weather is a bit gloomy today, and I suddenly thought of you for no reason. What are you doing now? "
When a certain person saw this letter, he frowned and then he fumbled and placed this email neatly in the mailbox together with the previous 12 emails.
His fair fingers tapped on the desktop. A certain subject held a 2B pencil in his mouth, staring at the mailbox on the computer desktop, and murmured: "What are you going to write this time?"...
Attack and receive war, attack strong and receive good. The great god that I longed for turned out to be that gentle man! ! How could it be! ! ! Oh my God! ! ! Give me a gift! ! !