If time travel is inevitable, please let me dress as a rich man.Gu YuIn the dilapidated hut, the rays of sunlight squeezed in hard from the window spirit, and seemed to have used up all their strength. They only lazed in the corner and refused to take a few more steps to illuminate other places in the house. "Squeak ~ squeak ~", the sound of stepping on snow is crisp and lingering, from far to near. The bitter wind pushed in a man wearing a bamboo hat. Seeing the darkness, he went to the tabl...
