I don't know when, everything recovered again. I crawled out from the corner of the hall. The cold wind blowing on my face in the middle of the night made me sober.
"A Zhang, the story is still very long. Although I want to try my best to delete it, there are some things that cannot be erased." I was frightened, thinking about the meaning of Youye's words.
"Azhang, let me tell you a story and ask you to do something. You must listen carefully to the following words and not miss anything." Youye put his hand on my shoulder and pressed his face very close to me. I fell to the ground and kept nodding.