I am a refugee. No, I... Was once a refugee. Later, I became a prisoner, and then I became a bandit and stole other people's brides.
The little lady's face was covered with flour and she was crying and screaming. After thinking about it, I kind of like this little crybaby. Then she wrapped herself in the enemy's war robe and made a move, the ugly girl saved the crybaby.
I used to think about myself wearing a red wedding dress and marrying a good son. But there were flash floods, and my home was gone. Later, there was a girl who was wearing a wedding dress, and I dreamed of marrying her with black hair for the rest of my life. But after all, I am a heartless bandit. Beauty, oh, how can I be charming with wine?
But the red wedding dress that year was really gorgeous.
Don't criticize the characters in the novel. If you are angry, criticize the author. Because I like them, thank you for understanding!
It's finished, it's very short, and the author's writing is not very good.
Motto: Don't take things easy