
Neighbor Xuchen
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In a human trafficker's den, Chen Jia'an found Princess Heqin who had been swapped more than ten years ago. Princess Heqin left behind a daughter, Huang Douya, before she died. The two decided to send the rescued abducted girl back. On the way back, they fought evil people and monsters, and experienced a series of strange, cruel, or tender things. They thought this was their own choice along the way, but they found that the road they came from was designed by others...
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"What's peeled off in the thorn forest is more than human skin? It's a naked illustration of the apocalypse!" When the tree bark is chewed into black and white stripes, the hungry people are reduced to two-legged beasts. The bloodshed in Baiguo Tu Village is a mirror image of the cruelty of refugees eating each other - in the face of desperate survival situations, the cruel nature of humans and bugs is no different.
A healing fairy tale under a suspenseful shell! Chen Jia'an's daily routine of teaching Huang Douya how to read, the embrace of the abducted sisters when they reunited, the moment when the spirit repays its favor... These fragments of warmth are like stars dotting the long night. When the truth is finally revealed, I realize that all warmth is armor against fate.
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Official(2)Scraped 8d ago
"What's peeled off in the thorn forest is more than human skin? It's a naked illustration of the apocalypse!" When the tree bark is chewed into black and white stripes, the hungry people are reduced to two-legged beasts. The bloodshed in Baiguo Tu Village is a mirror image of the cruelty of refugees eating each other - in the face of desperate survival situations, the cruel nature of humans and bugs is no different.
A healing fairy tale under a suspenseful shell! Chen Jia'an's daily routine of teaching Huang Douya how to read, the embrace of the abducted sisters when they reunited, the moment when the spirit repays its favor... These fragments of warmth are like stars dotting the long night. When the truth is finally revealed, I realize that all warmth is armor against fate.






