Underground with no daylight, in an ancient mansion, and in the middle of the yard, a giant tree covered with red silk, someone was calling her name, lingering in her ears with nostalgia and sadness. Fu Yu closed her eyes, gently caressing the wicker in her hand, waiting for everything to blur and dissipate as usual, but the cold temperature when her pale palm gently held her cheek made her realize that the story must come to an end.
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"Have you ever felt that everything around you has been weird lately? That kind of ominous atmosphere has enveloped everything here. Run away, Xiaoyu. Let's leave here before suffering comes..."
The familiar warm breath in Fu Yu's arms made him feel a little calmer. She was always decisive, but her voice was always soft and gentle. She said our home is here. Where can we escape no matter how far away we are? She said that she couldn't escape wherever she was supposed to come, so it might be better to fight and maybe there would be a chance of survival.
Concept: no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body or mind, no color, sound, fragrance or touch.