In the cold night, I raise my bottle to invite the moon. .
The night wind blows, and the green hair slightly flutters. In a trance, brilliant colors like glass pour out. . .
The night has settled, but only a shallow outline is left. The denser the night, the more unfathomable it becomes. .
This is my first time writing a good article. I had the idea for the story a long time ago, but I never took action on it.
Although the subject matter of this article is somewhat unpopular,
Another very serious story. I am a little tired writing it, but I will still insist on finishing it.
Since this is my first time writing the novel, I don't intend to make money. Students who like it can safely save it.
Finally, I would like to thank everyone. Your support is the driving force for our author's creation!