I'd just rather endure it.
He rushed forward madly, stepping on countless fallen leaves and wet soil, and rushed straight to the entrance of the mass grave village.
The endless autumn wind blows the black hair, but there is no one around.
I guess I missed it after all.
Looking at the road disappearing at the end in the distance, he knelt down on the ground dejectedly.
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