In the heart of the cold lake, ye Chu stood on the bow of a boat, looking at the cold lake, feeling the cool breeze blowing on his face.
take your eyes back and fall on your fingers. There is a pinhole size wound on your fingers with blood...
In the heart of the cold lake, ye Chu stood on the bow of a boat, looking at the cold lake, feeling the cool breeze blowing on his face.
take your eyes back and fall on your fingers. There is a pinhole size wound on your fingers with blood...