Essay:
"Jiang Yun, is there the sea on the other side of the sky?"
In the early morning, the breeze was very comfortable. Jiang Yun was in a dark moustache. His brows were tightly closed, but he could still see his fox eyes, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye was very prominent. The first sight of him was bound to fall on his mole. He squinted, holding the almost finished cigarette butt in his hand, feeling very unhappy.
Purpose: record