Hold Your Hand

About This Novel

It was just before six o'clock, and the surroundings were already dark. There is no light, it is the kind of black that sinks to the bottom, very thick. There is also stillness, which does not feel pure, but dense, with a bone-deep coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow. Li Qian sat eating noodles, lighting a candle next to him, and the light and shadow flickered on the wall. There was an emergency light, but he didn't use it. The skill he had developed when he was young could prevent noodles from getting into his nose even if he couldn't see his fingers. He has endured hardships, and these things in front of him are nothing. What's more, he came to the door himself. When she made that phone call, Sun Xiaomei's voice was faintly crying, and what could be said clearly in one sentence was divided into several sentences. It can be heard that it is a bit out of proportion. He asked her: "What is your relationship with the 'Sun Xiaomei' in 'Monopoly'?" The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, "--I am the 'Xiao' from 'Dawn'.

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