In the forty-four years of life, knowing is useless, and knowing nothing is useless.
Repeating past mistakes? It's just life!
With the wine in my throat, I thought about life and death, and I didn't want to do anything.
To die is to die. There is no need to be buried - but no one can control it.
The white jade red bird, the mother's white jade rongguang, the grandmother's white jade plum branches, the great-grandmother's white jade Chenxi, are ordinary barriers, ordinary knots and destructions.
Each chapter switches to a different first-person narrative, and the title tells the story. It's not easy to skip chapters. Thank you.
Let me reiterate, it's the same structure as the previous article^^
PS: Some of the clues in the next part were mentioned in the previous part, so I will skip them. If you have any questions, you can read the previous part ^^
Including questions such as why and how to die...
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