So when the sun sets and this girl's real social life came to an end, she's all alone in her room being who else? Xiorue.
This is a Diary. My gaia diary I'd like to share with you!
The semi-modern tribes in Mindanao ask why do some people time and effort to make food pretty before they serve it when we just chew it at the end?
And it also still turns brown at the VERY end. xD
Part of me agree with them )