Art?
Hearing Cynthia's words, Merlin looked down at the two unsightly figures in the office. He could not understand what the art was.
And when I just entered the door, I heard Cynthia humming a poem, not to mention that it was very pleasant. With this voice, I was taken to a bullet screen website in my previous life and belonged to the level of music district tycoons who could bloodwash the website and attract countless fans with a single song.
Just, the lyrics
Merlin searched the memory of the original owner in his heart, and then found the long fairy poem named "Sea of Destiny".
Well, good, this thing