That evening, it was just an ordinary evening self-study. The teacher seemed to be a little late.
But a strange hoarse voice sounded: "Welcome everyone to join the new world, it's your choice between death or rebirth!"
The girl in the front seat shuddered hearing the hoarse voice.
The boys at the back table were complaining about whose joke was really boring.
No one noticed that a few harmless-looking insects crawled in from the corner of the window, and the Mona Lisa in the corridor lowered the raised corners of her lips.
Until... Someone fell to the ground stiffly, his face was pale, and his orifices were bleeding.
Some people died, some people lived, and they could only struggle in the endless reincarnation.
Fighting against the invasion of consciousness and the invasion of monsters, just for the hope of returning to reality and the extravagant hope of resurrecting his companions.
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It was another dusk, and the students were discussing why the teacher hadn't come yet.
Only Wen Huai sat in the classroom in a daze, looking at the forget-me-not in his hand, with a tear falling from his eyes.
The language of flowers is eternal memories.
Copy:
1 Mona Lisa's Smile
2 The completed jade returns to Zhao
3 upside down space
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Concept: Memories are surprises that never end
