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So as not to feel any reality.

But Chi Yiyin walked through the crowd, listening to every cry and cry, and stopped for every tragic life.

The soul may be annihilated, but the stories he wrote will always be passed on.

— in the origin of the world.

"and also."

Chi Yiyin took out the red envelope from her arms and put it on the low table, bent down and slowly pushed it to Li Sijun's eyes.

"My invitation is actually yours, right?"

He chuckled, but without any warmth: "Zero Three..."

"Ah."