A week later, Brian's voice gradually returned to normal, but his clear voice was somewhat affected, and his voice became slightly hoarse when he spoke, as if he had a puff of cigarette in his mouth, rubbing against one's heart with every word he spoke.
Brian could speak now, and the happiest thing about him was that he could skip the meal in the evening.
It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that Ethan...
Although he always liked to use the phrase "capitalist sugar-coated bullets" to describe Alex, this did not mean that he could withstand round after round of close attacks from bullets, especially full and hot ones that could last nearly two hours at a time.
But he couldn't speak, and he didn't even have the strength to resist, and he couldn't even say he was tired. Every morning when he woke up, he felt like a useless successor to socialism.
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