The night in Biannan seems to be darker than that in Yibei. The unknown insect outside the window makes a steady buzzing sound, just like the troubles in this world that cannot be explained clearly and cannot be let go. They are always clamoring in the heart, and they cannot be ignored even if they are not fatal.
The gray hair in the dream is hazy, and the whispering is high and low.
Blake Cen woke up with sweat on his forehead, which wet his already long hair. He opened his eyes, and the heavy color in his eyes had not disappeared yet. My brain couldn't control myself and recalled the hearty dream just now. It was all about those vulgar pictures, but they were too clear.
He pulled his lips and cursed some kind of plant in a low voice. The bony hands covered his eyes, and the pressure on his eyelids was unintentionally heavy.
He thought about other things in his mind, trying to get rid of the shameful and obscene feeling in his heart.
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