The last plane is the drama star, the country and the city. It is a plane that I have tried since last year. At that time, I wrote 7,000 words, but later they were all overturned. Now I sit at seven o’clock in the evening and now I can’t make out a single word. .

This is an ancient plane, the previous setting: everyone in the world is addicted to drama, how can the actor dare to be emotional?

It was mainly written around this tone, but the more I wrote it, the more I felt that it would conflict with others and it was more difficult to write, so I kept stranded.

Now that it's over, I'm going to let Cici have no memory, only the memory of this life, almost to overthrow all the previous settings, but I can't move the pen for a long time.

Most likely won't be able to update tonight.

I want to have a beginning and an end, I don't want to be fooled, and I don't want to start writing before I have a clear idea.

Please forgive me.