After Wei Jichu died, he was assigned a free apartment with five neighbors and six copies.
Shen Yanci carried candy with him and performed CPR on the air in the middle of the night. Su Wan cursed loudly, but her hands shook. Xie Jin could split the monster with one knife, but he didn't dare to look into her eyes. The petals of the little chrysanthemum are getting fewer and fewer day by day, but it is still smiling. Zero said that he was a witness and asked him if it hurt. He thought for a long time and said he didn't know.
The copy is also weird. The first one made her touch her face every day. She raised her hand and put it down again. Can't touch it.
Hundreds of copies, one hundred people graduated one after another. People who graduate forget everything. Wei Jichu didn't leave. It's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to.
Sometimes she doesn't sleep for three days, sometimes she doesn't go out for three days. She thought she was breaking through.
The curtains were drawn. Hands raised. This time, she touched her face.
——Dark World-White Hosta-001, under treatment, not yet graduated.
Purpose: Mutual salvation and coexistence of broken souls