His youth memories are very beautiful. The beauty of the girl, the sweet love, and her touching eyes.
What can I say about those eyes? They are charming but not demonic, pure and flawless, like bright pearls.
Thinking of this, he opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. He gently stroked her eyebrows and said, "I feel that your eyes are not bright anymore."
Dog blood writing
unclean unclean unclean
Mary Sue
All male protagonists love female protagonists
Intention: happy
