I don't know if anyone will read this. It's my first time writing, and I hope you'll like it. I'm revising it lately.
So many things arise from the drifting life, while peach blossoms turn and bloom without a word. The swan and the swallow admire the autumn mood; let me entrust a breeze with a tender affection. Those who know me understand my life.
Twenty-eight generations of Yamas, eighteen princes in each generation, plus the mothers of those princes, I am afraid that the days of Yamas in the Immortal Mountain will be very exciting.
The writing is quite good, but the characters speaking are not marked, and they are crowded together. It looks too messy and a bit dizzy!
Check in, come on!
Twenty-eight generations of Yamas, eighteen princes in each generation, plus the mothers of those princes, I am afraid that the days of Yamas in the Immortal Mountain will be very exciting.
The writing is quite good, but the characters speaking are not marked, and they are crowded together. It looks too messy and a bit dizzy!
There will be people watching. Come on^0^~
That's right (?>ω<*?)
Put on your vest and skin! ←_←