I used to think that my life was just a coffee table with "cups" on it, but as I grew up, I realized that I had underestimated it. It was actually a table covered with "cutlery"...
From when the old white beard who "called himself" Yue Lao smashed through the roof of my house on the fifth floor, I knew that the table was "luxury" and extended/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~~ La la la.
Isn't holding a national first-level disability certificate not a "cup", then returning to the immortal position early but becoming a human again because I couldn't stand boredom and wanted to read this comic is considered "tableware"... Oh, you don't think so, it counts as time travel! So what does it mean to be abandoned by five peach blossoms in a row? Oh! It's miserable%>_