东风细雨润心田。快穿之论宿主总是被吃

　　First, a question to the viewer: if it were raining indoors, where would we seek shelter from the insistent drops? Where would we feel safe and dry? We have to go to the other side of the threshold. Suddenly a bell rings, and who is it ringing for? “I spoke to me, he to he, she to she, the ground spoke to the ground, the trees to the tree. Meanwhile inside, the familiarity of t... (展开全部)