In the abandoned house, there was a slight looseness on a raised residue.
Zhou Zejun, who is sleeping here, seems to be about to wake up.
The ethereal sound of a bell came from somewhere, lingering, seemingly absent, gently knocking on his chaotic consciousness. His eyelids trembled slightly, as if carrying the weight of thousands of years, and he slowly opened his eyes.
What you see is a desolate and lifeless scene, surrounded by a crumbling deserted house. Dust was flying wildly in the dim light that filtered through the cracks in the dilapidated roof, and the smell of decay filled every inch of the air. Zhou Zejun propped himself up and found that there were piles of dead bones around him. The bones were so fragile under the erosion of time that they made a rustling sound at the slightest movement. He took a deep breath, and the fresh air he hadn't seen for a long time poured into his lungs, bringing a slight chill, but it also made him more awake.
When he stood up to leave this gloomy place, a sharp pain hit him, and countless memories flooded into his mind. Those memory pictures were chaotic, except for one figure that he couldn't grasp. These turbulent waves of memories overwhelmed him, causing his steps to freeze in place, and for a moment he couldn't tell what night it was.
Purpose: Seize the moment and there will be no regrets