I stood on the top of the collapsed bell tower in Daocheng. The original white dress on my body had already been stained red with blood, and it was extremely bright! The black hair is messy and sticks to the neck. The tattoo on the fingertip was soaked with blood and was as hot as a red-hot brand.
But at this moment, I am the only one awake in the world.
Underfoot is a sea of boiling fire, with countless shadows wailing, melting, and resetting in the fire. On the eleventh day, they will return to the interview room, wash away all their memories, and step into this scam called "redemption" with a smile again.
And I, Yan Zhichun, am the only one who has not had his memory wiped out in seven consecutive reincarnations.
He is also the only one who personally pushed his best friend into the abyss.
The wind carried the ashes past my ears, and I heard my voice breaking in the wind: "Qi Xia, this time, it's me who will lie to you!
I'm Yan Zhichun, and I'm going to start lying! !
