Xunlie

Grinding each other against each other will only lead to a dead end. The dark sky of the royal capital and the birds flying tiredly are just like those countless afternoons when young people look up at each other for the last time on tall buildings or by the cloisters. Mo Jiyang once complained that Shi Mingle smiled too brightly, but how many years later, would he smile like this? (This is a piece of writing and courage training, thank you for watching~~~~~If anyone will read it~~~~I am still a lazy person)