I changed my account and reopened it, and you are still staring at me. Isn't it just jealous? I'm so angry at you for taking the new account. When you have time, read your own articles. Don't look like a flaming mountain every day. Why, after I reopened it, it's better than the last one. Thank you. I didn't lock this book just to laugh at you. I'll make you angry every month in the future. I'm so mad at you that you still reported me. I typed it word by word. You thought it was just as rubbish as what you wrote. I re-opened a new book and it's still as good as the last one. I'm so jealous that I came up with my previous pen name. How free are you? You have this time to look down at your own. I'm so jealous, dear.
The ascetic, indifferent and stunningly beautiful male protagonist × has a lot of principles (he is obsessed with facial expressions) The female protagonist "As long as he's good-looking enough, age doesn't matter." "How long exactly?" "Five thousand years or so." Yan Su's categorical answer made her colleagues laugh like crazy. Then Yan Su completely understood what a prophecy means. You know the ghost that eats nightmares in the hotel, the demon that takes away people's memories in the middle of the night, the ghost that captures childishness in the kindergarten, the mirror that absorbs depression in the hospital, and... Human nature is evil, children are extremely evil, and adults are good, but there are also situations. Sometimes demons are more beautiful than humans and more compassionate than gods.