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The blood flowed down drop by drop, slowly, slowly, and turned into brightly colored flowers from the lapel of the richly dressed noble prince. The girl on the side smiled, turned around, and stepped out of the window.
So a long, long time passed.
After a long time, an extremely old and extremely weird old woman walked out of that magnificent and blood-stained house. She staggered out of the red silk screen, looked out the window with chaotic blue eyes, and said in a vicious and evil tone: "Oh... The child with black pupils... Will not end well... She will eventually return to the darkness."
——The child with Mo Tong. That bloodthirsty, murderous kid.
——The child with dark pupils named Jingli.
Mirror away, away from the mirror. The clutching mirror is nothingness.
——This is a sweet and long dream. There is no blood, no killing, everything is so quiet. It was a pure black space without all matter. All of this was suffocatingly quiet. Soft, comfortable, everything is silent again, resting here. It's just a pity.
——This is just a dream after all.