Broken Dreams

[Stop updating for a short period of time] I thought I could continue writing without any hindrance this time as before, but I found that I couldn't. Because I am busy in real life, I don't have much time to spare. The most fatal thing is that if I want to write the content of that chapter, I have to take over the above. However, the original update in 22 years was so messy that it could even be said that it has no connection with the subsequent chapters. It seems that I wrote it because of a brain cramp at that time. Therefore, I need to spare time to revise the previous articles, which will naturally take the time for updating. I need time to sort it out, and there are still many chapters that I need to revise or even rewrite, so please forgive me. ——March 25, 24 … Broken Dreams a broken dream a person who forgets A sickly persistent and warm heart & A ridiculous dream, waking up from numbness, and realizing that everything is a painting covered with blood and hatred. The past is only for the present, and the torrent of history is unstoppable. A terminally ill, cold beauty & a cruel-looking psychopath (loyal dog) Lin Guzhi&Diarmaid Updated irregularly, mostly at night. Here is the introduction: What is the truth? After the primitive killing, the branches of jealousy overflowed the water surface, and the huge waves swallowed everyone. The last person who survived eventually died. Who is still alive? The upside-down mirror can't give you the answer, he thought. After it was shattered, he was the only one left. ………… When he saw him for the first time, he was secretly on the verge of collapse, and the animal nature belonging to human nature crazily occupied his chest. His desire was about to overflow until he met those eyes again. He thought life was not so empty and boring, but the madness parasitic in his genes was the dark side of past memories, turning into a sharp blade covered with rust, piercing through his body like that. The past was a prelude to absurdity, but the present is already burning with fire! He has already perished in the flames... Who is drawing the moth to the flame? He stepped into a narrow sewer, the fire was close at hand, and a pair of almost pale hands held his arm and kept dragging him. He couldn't even shout. His limbs seemed to be in the deepest part of the sea, his internal organs were crushed, and his ears were filled with roaring... A sharp beeping sound exploded in my ears, and then stopped completely. He no longer remembers. Do you remember it? Early Warning The content is bloody and dark. The ideas are more absurd and stream of consciousness. Intention: A drop in the ocean, cherish the moment.