?I wanted to write a novel yesterday, and thought I found something to do, but now I think about it, I can¡¯t do it, I can¡¯t do it, I don¡¯t make up stories.
There are thousands of things in the world, but I can't find one thing to do, what should I do? I just know it's time to go, but I also know I can't go now, but I don't have a life here. I really should go, the rest of the time is just suffering, it seems that two years is the limit. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com