People are gone.
Dylan stood in the bathroom, feeling a dull pain from the wound on her shoulder when she woke up this morning.
There was no one around now, so he took off his clothes to reveal the mark, wetted the towel with boiling water, looked in the mirror, and put it directly on the wound.
"Hiss..." The scabbed wound was hit by the cold. First, it felt stinging, and then it turned into dense relief. He looked at the wound through the mirror, closed his eyes, and put back the medicine he had just prepared. box, with no intention of applying medicine.
He reached out and stroked the scar back and forth, his heart beating faster and faster.
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