Late at night, insects chirped outside the house, and the noise reached my ears. It is the stage of another world, the night is its curtain, and the rising moon is the invisible hand that opens the curtain.
It is a small and vast world, and there are joys and sorrows that humans cannot understand.
Liu Yan held the lazy snake in his arms, thinking that he was once a member of that world and had a different kind of prosperous life. But now he was in his arms.
"Don't blame me." Liu Yan said silently.
---do not blame me.
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