He held Meng Po Soup in his hand and said: "You are just an old dream of mine. I have sung the lyrics and sung, but the old dream has been broken. From now on, I will never look back."
He held his hand and came closer, smiling: "How can I let you drink this bowl of hell alone?"
He was the only one left who still remembered that past.
In short-story series articles, some stories are not directly connected, but there are foreshadowings in them, and they will be completely connected in the end.
I absolutely disagree with everyone saying that my little boy is a cheap boy. O(￣ヘ￣o#)
I want to know if anyone is reading every chapter of mine steadily. . . If so, could you please raise your hand? O(￣ε￣*) If no one raised their hands, I would probably act like a jerk. Is it really okay for someone who is so cute to ask me to act like a jerk?