Surviving in this dirty place is inherently ironic. The indifferent sound of instrument operation, this ****, this soul. No, he has no soul at all. But so what? One day, he will be given something new and more.
Yes, it is still going on, and this cannot be stopped. Surrounded by it, it's hard to tell whether it's fantasy or reality. Excitement, ridicule, tenderness, roar, desire, humanity, or behind it all, the most profound love...
Cui Luo closed his eyes and touched the place where his heart was beating. He felt the reality that he had never had before.
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