Fancheng was painted with a gray outline. Sinking in the dim twilight.
So those fleeting warm lights transform into your painful eyes.
Your moist pupils are a touch I was familiar with.
I beg you to collect it! ! ! I beg you to collect it! ! ! I beg you to collect it! ! ! The new pit is open, and we will keep updating daily! ! ! My dear friends, don't be a tyrant. If you are wandering, I will work hard to fill in the pit. My biggest need is that after reading this, you lovely dear friends, move your little hands and scatter a flower or two, so that I can have the motivation to write it down! ! !