On the first day of time travel, I met kind-hearted people. He said his name was Xiao Yan, a young man from an aristocratic family, with dignified manners and graceful demeanor.
On the 448th day of time travel, Helan Village held my hand backhand and asked: "Poria, do you dare?"
My hand holding the knife kept shaking, and the blood stuck to the wooden handle, clammy, and penetrated straight into my heart.
*The third person of the text
Purpose: Stay away from scumbags
