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Zhao Xiao died in the early morning of his 25th birthday.
She has no house, no car, no savings, and no boyfriend. As a young person with no family, she is a little unwilling.
Old people often say that when a person dies, a review of scenes from his lifetime will flash through his mind, commonly known as a revolving lantern. Those moments of joy or sadness, those important choices that he was not aware of at the beginning, those people who would be missed forever if they missed it, Zhao Xiao tried his best to stop himself in the revolving door, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch in vain as he repeatedly walked to the 25-year-old situation in front of him, and he couldn't help but fainted with sadness, anger and excitement.
Then she opened her eyes.
Back to the examination room where I was promoted to junior high school when I was twelve years old.