Changsheng woke up from his dream again. The putrid smell of that person still seemed to linger on the tip of his nose. His face and body were obviously swollen from being soaked in water. Only his green clothes were like dried bamboo shoots after rain, dripping with clear water. Finally, he opened and closed his mouth and cried to himself, and his tone was so sad that every word was dripping with blood.
-------Why don't you come?