The world is full of emotions, but the white porcelain plum soup in midsummer makes a clanging sound when the broken ice hits the wall.
Love in this world is nothing more than three-nine black tiles with fresh Coptis chinensis, and my heart is depressed and I am struggling to speak.
The Nessy Ascetic Young Master
(The development of the story may have some future factors, don't overthink it, it's the author's best wish. The author may update from time to time. After all, when inspiration comes, he dares not to lose it, and when it doesn't come, there is no trace of burning incense for him)
If you don't have a prototype, don't make any assumptions, thank you! ! !
Intention: Thank you for showing up