Lin Zhendong, the leader, was lying on the bed with mottled red paint.
He squeezed out the last of his energy and rolled his eyes. In his cloudy peripheral vision, he could only see the back of his withered and yellow hands.
A child's smile appeared on his face, and the teeth marks on his arms could not be seen. Hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes to the corners of his mouth, bitter;
He hummed, "Jia Cheng, you face mom. There is a tooth mark on my butt."
The new cobwebs on the roof beams will be completely invisible, regret, regret...
"Zhendong, I called and asked you to go back quickly. Something happened at home."
When I woke up, the pillow was wet; the past was too painful to be rewritten...
