
lt;The misfortune of
Word count: not counted
state:serializing
author: <remain> </
Lin Haoran wanted to struggle against the little ghost's teasing, but his limbs were grabbed and yanked about like noodles, leaving him with no strength to resist. He could only sway along with the little ghost as it pushed him on a swing.,Theoretically, he should be very twenty-first century right now, hiding in the restroom with that “Auntie” who just arrived, using the sound of the tracks to do some sneaky things.,Lost in his complex thoughts, Lin Hao-ran didn't know how long he sat at the bridge until the setting sun was about to disappear behind the mountains. He then let out a long sigh and stood up to go home.。