Their faces read something like this: Ji Yun is a vixen, a bad woman, immoral, and a shameless third party. "Fox spirits" are usually the target of women's venting. A few women who gloated about their misfortunes spat a few mouthfuls of saliva in front of the cabin door, raised their heads and walked away proudly. The deserted area shrouded the 20 square meters. In the past, you could always hear the laughter there, which was a bit ostentatious. Now that everyone is pushing against me, I feel a little uncomfortable. I can't explain why. It turns out that a butterfly never chooses the time or place to crush its own wings and die as a martyr. Although I didn't think Ji Yun would see anyone at this time, I still knocked on the door.
Purpose: Every life has something indescribable