Under the illumination of the moonlight, he sat at the stone table, holding a glass of wine and supporting his cheek with one hand.
He rested his elbows on the stone table and murmured in his mouth, if he had known that things would turn out like this, he would not have followed him to find the treasure that was troubled by stones that day. After saying that, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp. Everything is really unpredictable.
At this moment, a hand stretched out
Intention: At first I just wanted to write about the world I had thought about for a period of time. If you don't like it, don't criticize it, but you are welcome to leave your footprints after reading, and welcome discussions and comments.