When the seventh trumpet blows, the Doomsday Judgment is about to come, and all creatures without the God-given mark will be thrown into the Lake of Fire to suffer eternal pain. Like countless days and nights, Michael cast his gaze from the primeval sky toward the direction of hell. Lucifer. He was rubbing the doomsday horn in his hand, feeling desperate and painful. --Sorry. In the face of responsibility, our love seems so small.
Nearly seven or eight years have passed since I was a freshman in 2015. Now when I look at the outline I wrote back then, I feel extremely naive... While I am working hard to correct bugs and take over the writing again, I hope there will be no film and television modeling in heaven.
Purpose: Love makes us a better version of ourselves
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