My whole life is like walking in a fog. I never thought about holding your hand, nor did I think that our lives would be closely connected in the future.
I have never lived. A remnant like me should not live. I have inherited everyone's misfortune.
When I took the first step, I knew very clearly: In this life and in the next life, I will only sink when I die. I will continue to sink. I will never be able to fly again.
The past is like a ring, and the past is like a ring.
All death is not the end, and all life has no dawn. From now on, our kind and hard-hearted hearts endure the texture of the rock (the author racked his brains to write the copy)
In the early stage, he was a good boy in the sunshine, and in the later stage, he turned black and violent, aggressive and depressed, and the sick and scheming boy
Gu Jue Zhen