Butterfly Flame

It rained heavily that night. At the end of her rope, she dragged herself into embarrassment and knocked on the man's car window. "I never do business at a loss," the man's cold face was stained with night color, and his voice was colder than the wind tonight, "You have nothing, what can you do to trade with me?" Inheriter of intangible cultural heritage From the first moment he saw her, he wanted to make her his own Pseudo and plunder Copywritten on 22.08.20, Backed up Purpose: Inheriting intangible cultural heritage