C11 Missense

One year.

Three hundred and sixty-five days.

It was definitely not long, but it was not short either. Starting from the age of twenty-one, it was a year of youth.

F * ck, he cursed in his heart. Before she called the police, his rabbit tail had been lifted into the sky.

She had seen what it meant to have a face on your nose.

Although she was a student who had just graduated