Xie Songmian tried his best to lean back on the chair. Song Yuzhen looked at his relaxed look and thought of a little fox he had captured before. See him coming and struggling wildly in the trap. He watched for a long time, and the fox struggled for a long time. Finally, as if he knew that struggling was futile, he gave up the resistance, found a flat place in the pit and lay down, and then looked at him. After a while, I closed my eyes and started to take a nap. In a trance, a gentle female voice traveled through time and space, pierced through the darkness, and reappeared in my mind again. The breeze caresses, the birch leaves are green "Praise, praise, praise."
Intention: I still hope.