The Astarte of the B

But his face, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, seemed like a block of ice without feeling.,He still couldn't get used to this feeling.... No, perhaps it was more accurate to say that in order to preserve the echoes of his past life, he refused to allow himself to lose his sensitivity to this feeling.,But the farmer seemed to still have some courage left, his expression nearly collapsing as he tightly gripped his hoe.。