Lin Qing was speechless, thinking that she could lie flat in ancient times, but she hadn't been lying for a few months yet. The ancient apocalypse has arrived again. Lin Qing felt a brain ache, why is it that the worst time for someone to travel is just to flee. Why did I continue to kill zombies.
Can loneliness not be like leeches lurking in small soul caves.Can melancholy not be like a venomous snake, winding in a narrow heart.Can love not be like mist, filled with sunrise and sunset.Can we not walk past like strangers, brushing our shoulders in indifference.
