Give me a hug, the sky will be bright in Thirteen Continents.
Good.
A pair of hands covered her eyes, so she could not see that the thirteen states that were once prosperous and dreamlike were filled with blood, and the sun and the moon were setting. The vines spread out from the ground, which was the result of the culture medium being broken.
In a daze, she seemed to have had a long and leisurely dream. In the dark corridor of the dilapidated lunatic asylum, they kissed each other passionately and passionately. The piercing sirens couldn't stop ringing, and a group of mental patients came towards them with anesthesia guns and electric shock rods. There are always people who try to separate them based on their own prejudices. Fortunately, there is no need for me to tolerate this abnormal suffering in this world.
Purpose: Gender is not a reason to block love
