The city had been dead for three days.
The air is filled with the smell of decay and burning, and the streets are lined with broken walls. At dusk, on top of the rubble on the ground, Jiang Min walked towards the stone temple walking on the dried blood, opened the door, and walked towards their story.
Ps. The little daughter-in-law that Min picked up is so pretty... (Nymphomaniac. Jpg) - rag doll
Purpose: A long dream, until the end of the world
