Dreaming About The Curse Of Dead Cow Eyes
I stared at him. If looking at him could kill, I really wanted to kill this kid with this light knife. "I dreamed of those eyes again at night, eyes full of blood. From then on, I will dream of those hateful but lingering eyes every night. But the blood in the eyes has not dried yet, and the soul in my heart I didn't die with her. An unwavering thought made me get up. … Continue readingDreaming About The Curse Of Dead Cow Eyes