Sitting in the courtyard, looking at everything that suddenly existed, I felt a little unbelievable and frightened.
Shen Nian should be dead. These hands are still warm.
The only thing left in his mind was the day he died, the gray sky, the occasional flash of thunder and lightning, and the surrounding noise was suddenly drowned out, including the cry of the baby. I don't know when there was a hole in my chest, and the murderer could not be found in the blurry scene in front of me. Why do you want to kill me?
He is just a traveler with no destination.