author:Zuo Zuo Li Yuan Ming
state:serializing
brief introduction:
The Taoist temple stood tall and imposing, but its sides were lined with withered yellow leaves. The air was silent all around, yet a plaintive cry suddenly pierced the stillness.,After the old monk took back ZuoZuo from the cradle, three years later, the once bustling temple had become deserted.,“I’m not very big, I’m only four years old.” Zuo Zuo held up her plump little hand and hiccuped in rebuttal. After she finished speaking, she quickly withdrew her hand and clung tightly to his leg, gently swaying it. “Master, please don’t drive me away, okay I promise I’ll never steal food again.”。