C33 clear sky doll

There was a jade mountain of a brush on the table. It looked pretty good, but it was already covered with dust. The white mountain of a pen was covered with dust, making it very eye-catching. Fang Weicheng carefully wiped off the blood on the mountain and remembered that he had a dream of becoming a scholar in the past.

The world had changed, but he still hadn't become what he had imagined