Autumn Cold Knows the Cold and Warmth

He knew clearly that she was the flower on the other side of the Santu River, but when faced with this impregnated little wild cat, even if he drank poison to quench his thirst, he was still happy with it. He said: I will give you a title. She seemed to have heard some interesting joke: Name? You think too much. The relationship between you and me is only about use and being used, nothing else. You used me before, and now I use you. It's as simple as that. . .