Mumbling to himself, he made sure the robe he was wearing had no issues and even the Light Ball in his mind shone brighter because of the robe, only then did he relax slightly.
Four hours left.
Li Qing half-heartedly ordered takeout and felt like time was crawling.
Like something impending, something about to burst forth without any emotion involved.
Sitting on the bed edge, Li Qing couldn't help but shake his leg, and just as he was feeling rather restless, his phone rang.
"Cast iron pot, crying out for fixing the ladle pot, broken and tattered ones to be replaced, pots and ladles scattered about. Chasing pots in the storm, sewing without tears through chimney layers, iron pots still widen the inner rain nest, pots can get sick.
Blocked sweep stop, prone to smoke and little stove, onion oil breeze, black pot forest, dumplings fragrant as inside aroma. Three teeth, anxious hair, steel pots rain oil splatter.
Eight urgent eight mess illness paralyzed mud no love..."
