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Jian Hua is very cold, chilled to his bones.
He doesn’t feel himself lying in a bed. He felt like he’s lying on a bed of ice, and only the palm of his hand has warmth.
——the shadow of the nightmare slowly receded. He’s back in the living, a world with color and sounds.
He doesn’t care much about living, but “how he lived” is very important. Even his home is decorated simply and comfortably, so how could he continue being a pathetic lost person.
If the m ...
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