The world belongs to everyone, but my brain belongs to me.
The monster is concave and convex, and the salted duck egg is mine.
The plug is from the socket, and the two nostrils are mine.
So. . . When did you become mine? ! ! !
This is the story of the growth of an embarrassing person with blood and tears. .
This is the tearful love history of a wretched person. .
In short, she is here to entertain the public. . .