The bright red blood splashed amidst the exclamations and sighs of the onlookers, slowly spreading along the wood grain of the high platform.
The midday sun is so dazzling that it makes people feel panicked. Blake Gu stood upright with no expression on his face - he just watched, watching the head roll down and the body fall down.
His best friend's head was dislocated. His head rolled forward, rolled to the edge of the execution platform and then stopped, staring at him with a pair of unclosed eyes. It seems to be saying, Manger, look back.
It's all over, let my death be the end of a dream, don't go any further. There is no road ahead, only the illusion of a mirage.
Turn around. give up.
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