
About This Novel
Today is a rainy day in Peiping. As Ye Qiu Sheng walks on the street, he can only hear the sound of falling leaves. He kept repeating an image in his mind: a broken rag doll, but what was inside was not cotton, only blood, fiery red blood, and the person holding the knife was himself. He didn't know when this was happening. He never kills people, why is he holding a knife in his dream? He picked up a leaf on the ground and bumped into someone when he was getting up. She was...
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