Leaving the cave, the sky has already cleared up, the sky clouds hang high, blue sky, just short of a golden sun.

Ye Cheng squinted. He looked at the blue sky and suddenly felt that it was such a good thing to be alive. He just saw someone sitting in the yard, eating rolls and drinking soybean milk to die, and his beautiful world collapsed.

"Hi!" When Qiao Yingzhe listened to her aunt's story, he did not realize that the woman who did not say much was quite funny, and that the allusions he uttered were all set up to make people listen to them. Having said hello to Ye...