"I feel like I'm a little lonely."
This is the 105th time Ao Qingzhi has had this same dream.
The person in the dream was diagnosed with Wasteland Loneliness Disease.
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The fog was thick, the willow branches were blowing in the face, and a man stood in the darkness.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm building myself into a tree."
In the year 6637, everyone was required to be a qualified working machine.
Unqualified people will be regarded as branches growing out of the tree, called hunting branches.
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Intention: Self-restraint and self-knowledge
