Qin Xiuyuan had another dream. He dreamed of the man in bright clothes and an angry horse. He pulled the reins and the horse snorted. He could even feel the itching of the palms of his hands that were scratching the horse's cheek, and... And his pounding heart.
He got off the horse and told Qin Xiuyuan something, his warm breath sprayed on his neck, and he bit Qin Xiuyuan's earlobe naughtily.
Then... Then... When I saw him again, that person, that young master Pianpianjia, turned into a purple-red tablet with his name vaguely written on it. Qin Xiuyuan seemed to have been emptied of his mind. He saw a large group of people crying together. It seemed that someone was tugging at his sleeves, asking him to change into mourning clothes, asking him to kneel down, asking him to cry...
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