Even if I go far away, I suppose you will not be sad.
On the road, I chatted with Mo for a while, and I guess Mo must have already been speechless about the champagne color. Mo started reading Anne, while the champagne color started reading "Dance Dance Dance", quietly... When I read the paragraph below, Yao Yao and the champagne-colored car had already rushed through the Zhongshan Gate.
The cat's name is "Sardine". Its life is by no means a symbol of happiness. It has never been deeply loved by anyone, nor has it deeply loved anything. It always looks at people's faces with an uneasy gaze, as if it fears losing something immediately. Cats that can make such an expression are probably very rare in the world. To say the least, it has already died. Once dead, there is nothing left to lose. The advantage of death lies here.