The Astarte of the B

In the direction of the hoofbeats, there was an old horse worth nothing, with a young man on its back.,Even while falling backwards in a heap, their hands and feet were still moving back relentlessly.,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.。