Thick smoke came out of the window, and the sky was full of fire licking the clouds. Behind the burning furniture, a figure gradually walked over, holding a bloody knife. "Ah" Chu Luoyang woke up with a start, obviously terrified. But his eyes were red. My head was buried in the quilt and the sheets and collar were wet. I don't know why, but I just wanted to cry and felt so cold.
Concept: experience, and memory
