In Pingkangfang at midnight, a brothel girl died suddenly, revealing an unknown past.
How can human life be like grass and grass, and the past is not like smoke.
Third person perspective.
The extra chapter of "Taijia" promised to some readers is the story of the brother-in-law.
It's useless to write. It's quite boring. I just write about it and everyone can read it.
You can read it even if you haven't read Taijia.
Intention: Human life is like grass, but the past is not like smoke.
It's——Bei Zhixia! I want to call you North-senpai and North-senpai! Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee. Rolling around happily, rolling around, rolling around, rolling around, rolling around, rolling around