Su Qinghe bought a large bag of cornmeal at the market all branded into biscuits, there are ten pounds in the package, see the teenager said so, directly handed over a large piece of.
By Thomas Bartlett3 years ago in Fiction
The long hair, which had been half dried, was casually pulled back into a bun, and the little bun was ordered to stay inside the house, while she took some silver with her and left the inn.
The day is getting dark, Su Qinghe walked to a coffin store in the south of the town set, the shopkeeper is preparing to close the door, Su Qinghe hurriedly topped the door and got in.
The roof that whines and leaks, the wooden bedpan that creaks when you move, and the piece of dirty, greasy, blackened linen that covers her body.
