Above the campus, the sun gradually moved to the center.
The students are in class, and bursts of loud reading sounds can be heard from the teaching building.
"Walking along the stream---forgetting how far or near the road is---suddenly encountering a peach blossom forest---"
Shui Xing and Xu Xing passed by Wang Kele one after another, their eyes lightly sliding over the legless corpse, with no emotion on their faces, as if what they saw was not the disappearance of a life, but something dispensable.
Facing the seventh death, I have become accustomed to it.
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