Figure ticking. Autumn autumn rain Rourou, miss leisurely long. A curtain of rain, wet my sleeping heart and wake my dusty memory, Miss soaring, the purple Xuan flower blooming season, is my heart the most beautiful memories, the deep attachment. Through the layers of fog, as if to see you through t ...
He walked on, reminding himself that he was late in returning to the office. He did not like the task which he had to perform on his return, but it had to be done. So he did not attempt to delay it, but made himself walk faster. He turned a corner. In the narrow space between the dark silhoue ...
