If it weren't for the real person standing right in front of him at this moment, Song Yan couldn't believe that the person he carried out four years ago, Tang Ci, was still alive. At that time, his face was as pale as snowflakes in winter, as if he had been dead for three days, well... Although he is not much better now.
"Damn it, you're not fucking dead?"
"Otherwise? Could it be that the person in front of you now is a ghost?"
"Fuck, don't scare me."
"I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I give you the championship. Don't cry. I'll always be here."
"My heart was buried in the cold winter, and I will drown in the midsummer."
Intent: "partleave"