On the thirty-sixth level of heaven, a little fairy with low talent, low qualifications, and no knowledge of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting rose up.
"This woman actually doesn't know who His Highness is..."
"Oh."
"This woman actually killed the monster Zhu Yan at such a young age..."
"This woman actually let His Highness enter the Xichen Palace to become an immortal official..."
The whole house was astonished.
August 15th, in the palace of washing dust. She stood on the stone chair and looked at him condescendingly: "Don't you have a girl you like? You have to chase her..."
On the first day of September, on the Lingxiao Palace, he knelt down resolutely: "My son, I have my heart, and I hope that my father will fulfill my wish..."
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What makes me free enough to write short stories?
This matter has to start with a bat...
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Desolate, desolate, miserable
Please can you give me a score (humble status)
Intention: entangled by fate