At this moment, I really wanted to burst into a long, unscrupulous laugh towards the sky, climb the highest peak, hold a golden brush, and write nine feet of brocade fabric to announce to the world, with ten big words including punctuation: Lilina, even you have your day!
Usually making others chickens fly and dogs jump unable to find peace, Lilina now had a mournful face, looking just like a luckless little wife aggrievedly complaining at home but being ignored, circling around my sister and me. Following her was a green-haired girl looking about eighteen years old, trailing behind, full of curiosity, blurting out every half minute: "Let me follow you, I really dreamed of you..."
Then Lilina shouted back furiously, "Go play on the side! This Holy Pope doesn't mix homosexual relationships!"
"Is this girl named Lu E really struck on the head by Lilina?"
