"Everyone has their own ideals, Alvin, I hope you can understand."
"I understand, Father."
"No, you don't understand yet." The man with pale temples paused: "Let's go and find the answer."
The nebulae in the distance are entangled endlessly, life and death, going around and around, the funny male god finally meets his snake spirit guide and runs happily together.
1V1, future interstellar, sentry guide, no child.
Thank you, Dianzhen Nest~ (ˉˉ)
Once again, I emphasize pure love novels. Braised cooking is a disease. If the setting is not suitable, please raise your little hand and shock the subtle red cross above. No thanks~