Shengyin on the stage has the same beauty and fragility as Xiaoxue, lonely and alienated but tender and helpless. It seems that she has been trying to turn her back with all her strength, but like clockwork, she keeps performing, performing a beautiful and lingering performance that has nothing to do with herself. There is always a hint of quiet bitterness and helplessness in his face.
This strange little actor confused Brahma.
She vaguely thought of fate, between herself and the woman still on the stage.
Yes, woman. For many days and nights, the holy voice in Brahma's heart has always been a woman, a woman who is similar to Xiaoxue's bone-eroding spirit.
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