Library

In a dusty antique shop, there sat a carefree little boss. Looking at him from a distance, his eyes were full of weathered melancholy, but his cheeks were as white and tender as a baby. Looking at it calmly, he was cold and gentle, affectionate and affectionate, gentle as jade and domineering... No need to scold me, I just look like this. The same leaf will look different when viewed from different directions. As for me, naturally, whatever the white horse looks like in your dream, I will look like that. This is me in the story. I asked a grapefruit spirit to write me into the story and swallow up the emotions of the people who came to read the story.