The sound of summer. It's a noisy cicada.
A life that comes once every seventeen years slowly fades away.
But what happens when life is long?
It's just more like a leisurely breeze blowing through the leisurely river.
Now.
Are you ready?
Faced with heavy decay, he lingered in a dark wooden box.
[Well, I just want to spend a few more summers.
Maybe.
I will use the invincible time to complete the once-in-a-lifetime Xia Zhiming.
This is my first time writing, please give me some advice.