The clouds were thick and the sun couldn't be seen.
He looked up at the sky above the grassland many times. Sometimes it was cloudless, and sometimes it was so lifeless.
Sometimes I lie quietly on the grass and watch, and sometimes I lie in the black cage and watch.
But there is no easy moment, at least not after my mother is gone.
The sky is high and far away, but his life does not have such boundless possibilities.
The violent bumps made the wound numb, and the blood almost solidified in the cold wind. He tilted his head slightly, a pair of arms wrapping around him.
The sound of the man's heartbeat came from the chest where his head rested, peaceful and powerful.
Along with this heartbeat, Qin Feng squinted his eyes, and a poem from Xiao Guo suddenly came to his mind: Peace of mind here is my hometown.
Shou is four years older than Gong, and once saved Gong when he was 16 years old, when Gong was a little white rabbit.
Later, Gong had various opportunities to become a killing god, but Shou was imprisoned for three years and was brutally tortured. His body stopped growing, and he was shorter and weaker than Gong.
From then on, the attack and reception attributes are exchanged.
Intention: Where he is, my heart is at peace.