Nan Pusheng walked slowly to a small grave and stared at the broken tombstone for a long time. On a dead branch that had been dead for many years beside the grave, there was a huge crow, flapping its wings twice, staring at him. Nan Pusheng's trembling lips smiled slightly: "Why, I'm not dead yet?"
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I watched it twice and couldn't stand it, so I gave up.
I watched it twice and couldn't stand it, so I gave up.