Sometimes he would think that perhaps, they would not truly wake up until they died.
But just wake up, so what? He thought. If everyone is dead, does it matter whether they wake up or not?
"Axu... Axu?"
Hear the man's anxious shout. Somewhat familiar, Chen Xu thought. He remembered that that was what the man called him before he died. When he saw him take a breath and open his eyes to look at people, he called him in a hopeful tone. It was as if just shouting like that could keep him here.
"Axu... Don't go, Axu, don't leave me alone..."
Then, there was the man's whimpering. It is helpless and helpless. He is obviously a grown-up man and has made great achievements outside, but why can't he control his tears. But even so, Chen Xu at that time had no thoughts about that person. He could no longer listen to that person's emotions, and he just wanted to be able to escape, to escape from the unclear chaos here.
But for a person who has died once, looking back, he knows that the person in front of him is sincere to him, completely sincere. It's just that in his previous life, he had family hatred in his heart. What he saw with his eyes was just what the hatred in his heart wanted him to see. But after more than ten years, looking at this court and these people, Chen Xu finally understood.