| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<p>Ink Deep Cl |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2025-12-23 04:20:14) |
In the hazy light, only a chill pierced through the room. It was like a parched fish, frantically clinging on.,In spring, it blooms profusely, and one can only see the beads of sweat on men's foreheads.,In a daze, I vaguely heard the sound of a baby crying.。