"The paper man, grass and horse ashes are cold,
After this, farewell forever..."
When Xia Qian passed by the door of the food stall that was shiny and blackened by the oil smoke. She heard someone humming softly again. "It's this strange song again! It's a pity that the singer's voice this time is too gentle, and it doesn't really feel like singing this kind of song." Xia Qian thought to herself...
This time, I must see clearly who the bastard who sang "The Conjuring" to me is!
Purpose: On the true psychological activities of female liars when pie in the sky falls