After a flash of fireworks, the bright moon turned cold, and no one asked if the moth, which was desperately searching for the previous temperature, was okay? The ignorant little thing, or the fleeting years that have burned away, respond to the night.
Yi Huan wrote like this, and then he was touched by a certain cat on the head, a certain girl put her arms around his waist, and finally sat on a certain young man's lap.
Well, damn it, how can such a life make me sad alone!
Purpose: Once you have visited this world, why bother with persistence.