Xiang Sheng stared at the dazzling sun and shrugged, still very cold. It's so cold that it feels like I'm not from this world.
It was as if he had already sunk into a desolate sea, like a fish about to be drowned.
Updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. My posting volume no longer allows me to update daily.
Thanks to @RabbitDoesn't Eat Grass on the Edge of the Nest for the cover
Purpose: Live well
