I often have the same dream: a room with pale yellow curtains is splattered with blood. A pitch-black Taotie lifts its hideous face and smiles at me with a twisted grin, saying, “I love you!” In its hands are dripping chunks of flesh and entrails. It bares its bloody maw. “My child, welcome to this feast of blood!”
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I have read this article by my sister a while ago and thought it was fabricated. It's actually true, it's so cold
Those who are alive will continue to suffer.
You are great! I am reposting this novel in my space, I hope you don't mind!