When the twelve branches of the gods shine one after another, the rose-colored clouds cover the sky, the blood-colored mists turn on the gears of destiny, and the faint traces between the wheat ridges guide the girl forward. What is waiting for her, is the crown? Or thorns?
Some gossip *I'm very happy that everyone can click on my work, O(∩_∩)O~~ This is a magical work, no noobs, no Mary Sues. As for whether it is sad or not, it depends on everyone's comments. Before the book is finished, the plot is determined by everyone's comments (￣￣) So I must comment more, and I hope everyone can bookmark me≡ω≡