Sms She Zihua (3)
by Crow's Nest
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The brown outer skin worn away by time cannot restrain the escaping wood fibers, forming a snarling little forest on the surface. The old quartz clock wrapped in the woods, like an old man who will pass away at any time, makes the broken sound of a rotten wood pulling a cart. The hollow mechanical sound echoed in the room, and there was neither Koga Suizou nor Koga Shiyi. In the quiet room, only Chongzong stood suddenly, keeping company with this ancient machine that could still make sounds. His figure was slim in the small house. There was an invisible darkness under the roof, and the floor tiles were covered with a cold that penetrated people's hearts. In the corner, cup noodle boxes stacked on the ground formed a hill. Around the hill, there are also disposable cans of pickles used as ingredients for fast food.
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