Xu Jian resigned. When she returned to the village and saw the little old lady for the first time, she wanted to cry.
With the cicadas chirping noisily, Xu Jian buried herself in the puddle. She didn't escape from her addiction until her shoulder was scratched by sharp claws.
A civet cat with a round head, thick legs and a strong body was sitting on the stone. Xu Jian grabbed a handful of wet hair and her eyes were red.
The civet cat looked at him with round eyes.
Fool.
Later, Xu Jian returned to the city that hurt him again, and someone stood behind him to accompany him to face everything bravely.
Concept: Loving people is like growing flowers, and Xu Jian is the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the East.