Qiu Zhenming seemed to have lured himself into a big pit, which was dark and lonely. Unable to see for too long, he handed himself another candle to light up.
He He felt a little disgusted with himself. He was very happy when he saw the candle. He only thought that it was the light that illuminated his way, but he didn't realize that it might also be the wax that was lit for himself. I don't know when a gust of wind will come. Or, if there is no wind, it will burn out sooner or later.
When the time comes, will he stop being picky and just settle the matter?
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Well, I support opening pits, but I refuse to open pits and don't fill them.
Well, I support opening pits, but I refuse to open pits and don't fill them.