Beloved little goldf

In his late forties, Su Jiuzhou was up again that night. He got out of bed groggily and went downstairs for a glass of water. As soon as he stood up, his phone rang.,Like a divine roar, echoing through the mortal realm.,Not far away, a dilapidated carriage lay stuck in the mud, its appearance mournful. The only sign of life was a discarded rabbit toy hanging from the yoke, swaying gently in the breeze.。