The brightly lit buildings in Nanwan lost their voices little by little.

The barking of dogs and the crow of cocks in the old city gradually became peaceful.

The second movement of this symphony is also called the Funeral March...

A funeral means the end of reality.

It is also the beginning of a fantasy.

If you are a mortal in this world, you have never tasted the feeling of soul sleeping forever.

So today, I will give them a... true dream.

Xiao Xiao smiled softly.

"Good night, Dadu..."

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Good night, please give me a monthly ticket.
Chapter completed!