Chapter XII: 2000. Raindrops trickled down onto the black vest bedecking the intimidating man perched on a motorcycle; his penetrating gaze exuded vehemence.
@ningyizhwuo happy (a-bit-late) birthday, our baby, Ningie! Please eat a lot, you deserve a happy tummy to celebrate your special day. I wish you an infinite happiness and joy. Now, make a wish of your own, and I'll be the one who say 'Amen'!
Let the melodic echoes of 'Roar' resonate within, kindling a primal connection between heaven and earth. Surrender to the mesmerizing allure of this musical odyssey, where the tale of the fallen angel unfolds, painting a tapestry of raw emotions.