Suddenly, what I wanted so much before, I don't want at all now.
Having experienced life and death once, he was an important person in his life, but overnight, he seemed to have nothing to do with him. Open your empty eyes and see the muddy world. In an instant, many extravagances and desires faded away. Is this the rhythm of going to heaven?
What has time done to me? Under the warm winter sun, I almost lost my ability to think, and my mind went blank. Only in the dead of night, when the moon is high, can I use my little analysis ability to guess the world where the soul is transformed.
? If so, there is a poem in Daoyuan:
It used to be that the sea of ??dust was prosperous, and it was famous and profitable.
After a few autumns, the years are cold, and the eyes are blurred. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com