Recently, Liang Xia always felt like someone was following her. When she looked back, there was nothing. As a good red youth who grew up under the aura of socialism, she decisively sought help from... Er... A fortune teller.
Fortune teller Lao Liu narrowed his eyes, pinched his hands, and said with a smile: "Girl, you have been very lucky recently."
Liang Xia: "?"
Why didn't you say this peach blossom was underground?
Do you want this good luck to you?
Amnesia, seeing ghosts, cute, cute x, really ghosts, gentle and gentle
Intention: How much I love you, I will die for you, live for you, and survive the dark three autumns for you