He is the prince in my crystal palace, and I lose my eyes to him and give my heart to him on my knees. He is the Napoleon of my life. When I was unprepared, he powerfully broke into my heart and conquered the city. I sacrificed my armor for him, but how could I be willing to be alone in this war? He always says that I am Napoleon, but if it is true, then he must be my Waterloo. I will fail when I encounter it, but I am willing to do so. This is a bloodless war. You will become a Buddha when you put down the knife, but I have already gone crazy for you. Don't listen to the copywriting's blind comparisons, realistic and warm writing, a small room in IKEA, it is fun. The author is a newbie with unsteady hands. I hope you guys can read it patiently. It would be better if you could comment a few words. The current comment area is like a haunted house, so quiet and scary. Little cuties who have clicked, welcome to collect