I just lived in this broken lamasery for a week for no reason, and I don't know the place and the language!Fortunately, there is hot water in the temple and I have compressed biscuits, otherwise I feel like I will die.

But I seem to have a high status. People here will bow when they see me, and some people will send me flowers.

Damn it's still a rose...

It's so fucking terrible, I really don't have any impression of the young master, I really can't stand these uncles tormenting like this...

As a result, one day a week later, that little lama appeared at my door inexplicably.

He looked at me sullenly.

I rely on you to do what you want.

I subconsciously protect my breasts.

"Benefactor, I will take you to a place."

I went with him.

It's very remote here, it's a patio, I looked at the little lama, I don't know why he brought me here.

He pointed to a statue in front of him and said, "You told me that this is very important to you."

"Important?" I was confused, and hurried forward to look.

This is not a delicate and unique statue of a person, but the face is more delicately depicted.

wait, this is...

I touched the statue's face.

tears?

Suddenly a great sadness and despair came from the bottom of my heart.

"Who...why is he crying"

"In this world, only he and Donor Wu know."

What did I forget?

This feeling of deja vu, and this face...

want to know...

why is he cryingWhy can I feel his pain?Could he... be lonely?

"Are there any thicker clothes in the temple?"

"Yes, why?"

"I'm afraid he's cold."

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