"Why, why ------" Zhiqiu woke up from his dream again, Jianwen's desperate and painful roar still echoing in his ears, and Jianwen's eyes full of pain in the dream also penetrated the darkness and oppressed him.
It was just a piece of history that had nothing to do with him, but after reading it, Zhiqiu felt very sad for Jianwen. That night, he actually had a dream. In the dream, there was a sea of fire all around. Jianwen was holding a dying woman with a knife in her chest. He was so grief-stricken that he looked up to the sky and screamed.
And that woman seemed to be herself, and her life was passing away little by little. Zhiqiu couldn't help but wake up.
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