| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<p>Citrine< |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-28 09:24:22) |
The bright moon hung high, at the end of the corridor.,“Xiao, today’s incident will serve as a lesson for you! Don’t think that because you’re married into the Qin family, you are one of us! If you dare to lay a finger on my sister, I will cut off your fingers and feed them to the dogs!”,He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home."。