Tiny Grass Is My Home, the Frost Leaves Are as Red as the Flowers in February

Boy mom Jingguang! ! ! Love Wu Wu fiercely. I feel sorry for you kid, Gin, what's the matter with you (pointing) By the way, you don't even play voice actor jokes... It's so rare hahh

How could you write about Sword Flying in such a romantic way [biting handkerchief]

Ah, I feel so stuck.

After reading it, I feel that it is not that the author cannot write the crematorium well, but that it is a false proposition to let the male protagonist go through the crematorium and bring back the beauty without harming the interests of the female protagonist. But I still like the theme of the crematorium.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, fill in the hole.