In youth, time stretched long, spilling wine and painting the red alleys. Power served as brick walls, profit as tiles, and guests filled the accounts.
Awakening to regret the ngày's sho...
Please take leave and make up for it tomorrow
I'm sorry I'm not satisfied with what I wrote today. There's a plot I haven't thought of yet, so I have to delete half of it and rewrite it. I'm taking a day off.