Whether the day is silent and dull, or the night is sporadic, this person is the best, it is the best gift given to him by God, no, no, he begged God on his knees with scars all over his body, he begged for it with silent roars in countless long dark nights, and he silently swam in the deep sea of bitter winter. Then he curled up at his side, lightly touched his brow, and hugged his arms slightly. "Xian Ou, it turns out that all the unbearable sufferings in the past were just for the sake of you? Please?"
Purpose: Fighting for the crossing, the place of peace of mind is the gentle land.