"When the breath of wind tore the night apart, he saw countless extinguished lamps spinning on the blade. Every arc that cut off the ghost's neck was rewriting a certain dusk smeared with blood - not to erase regrets. It was to let all the unfinished 'goodbyes' finally become the sound of wind penetrating hell."
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Wow wow wow not enough. . . . . . .
The author's writing is very good. It's very comfortable to look at😊.