At that time, young Spring Shirts were thin, riding horses and leaning on skew bridges, full of red sleeves.
One by one, they stop daring to provoke.
It's not that they don't argue, but that...
They can't argue at all!
Even a blind man can't...
At that time, young Spring Shirts were thin, riding horses and leaning on skew bridges, full of red sleeves.
One by one, they stop daring to provoke.
It's not that they don't argue, but that...
They can't argue at all!
Even a blind man can't...