Ten years of persistence is a lot of persistence, but why does it always make us burst into tears. The void of the night is desolate, the tears are clear and translucent, and the soul is fragmented. Pain, flying. Wherever the water passes, there are no traces of tears, but what about the heart?
Conception:
各有各的苦逼啊。。。如果砍了他老爹，爵位就能自动继承不？