I met a man who told me I was dead? !
Wearing white clothes and behaving like a god, he turns out to be a vicious man!
It makes me reflect that I have thought too simply about the evil heart of "gods".
He told me I needed to make twelve deals if I was going to leave this place.
In these transactions, I saw machinations and intrigues, but there was still warmth emerging here.
And my vague dreams gradually became clearer, and the things I had forgotten about were about to come to mind.
I thought I would look at and solve these things as a bystander with this poisonous-tongued clerk.
In the end, I discovered that I had been the one in this game all along.
Will I be late this time?