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"Qin Xiaoge, wake up!" The familiar roar rang out in dormitory 301 early in the morning. The students who passed by the door habitually covered their ears and then walked away as if nothing had happened. Qin Xiaoge moved his head, then put the quilt over his head and continued to sleep. Yin Nuoyan was furious, how could there be someone who could sleep like this? Pigs couldn't sleep like that, okay?

Facing the scarlet moon, his blood-colored pupils were filled with deep desire. In the long night, who betrayed their previous position? Who is it, singing the sad dirge? When dawn replaces the long night, when the sun shines on the face again; when the sword edge pierces the chest again, when the flame burns the corners of the clothes again; the world is like a lock of the law of cause and effect, with no solution. Good, evil and justice are like fragile sand-built city towers that will fall apart as soon as the restless wind blows by. "We bid farewell to the past and welcome the glory of dawn." The movement of victory is about to play. Do we, whose faith has long collapsed, accept this light?