The moon on Chushan Mountain lasted for three hundred years.
Su Xiangnan thought, maybe Lin Zhou is three hundred years old.
The cicadas chirp and the frogs chirp in the autumn, and the noise ends in the winter of nineteen years old.
The long-lasting nightmare and disaster disappeared, and the fox's tail also disappeared.
Lin Zhou
A few things to note:
The author's brain is not fully developed and the cerebellum is not fully developed. If there are any logical wording problems, please point them out gently.
Bad update
(I'll talk about it later when I think about it)
Intention: Endless hope and love