I was reborn, reborn as a child in a winery. I didn't have enough food or clothing to keep warm every day, and I had to undergo a lot of inhuman training. But my lord, times have changed. I am fifty and listen to my revenge plan.
Just kidding.
I am a bottle of real wine, and I am sure that my identity is black in the eyes of everyone in the winery, but only I know that I want to run away.
Especially when I saw the three whiskey brothers appearing in front of me, the signal of the distillery pills flashed rapidly in my mind.
Now, I am ready to clear my name and go to shore. I hope my political review will be passable.
But why do black-skinned police officers show up inadvertently at my door every day?
Isn't it just the young boy who seduced him? He's an adult now, can he be less possessive of his brother?
Intention: Jump left and right between red and black