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The first volume The first chapter The echo of darkness
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He was lying in bed, breathing heavily and dully. Moonlight hits my face and my eyes are clear. The sticky smell of special potions and daffodils rolled in the air. Narcissus failed. It was inserted obliquely in an antique vase and covered with fly ash. The room is littered with CDs, magazines and some Chinese medicine books. Glass fragments were swept to the corner of the bed, leaving a faint red blood, bright and dazzling. Solidified into dizziness, like returning on a summer night. A ship without a lighthouse hit the dark coast. The cruel moonlight lit up him and his body.
The woman got up and dressed, her forehead was covered with sweat, her seductive face was reloaded and she stared at the mirror. The soft hair on the shoulders, the angel-like sapphire blue, and the blood that bit the lips swayed in the moonlight and opened the whole sky. The wind blew in through the hole in the window, causing layers of cold water ripples. Men breathe like lakes, implicitly, like songs sung by street children in the late Tang Dynasty. Through the mist, facing the sun. She gently stroked his handsome face with her hand, a middle-aged man. Skin has the sensitivity of young animals and will tremble slightly when touched.
What a beautiful face. She said. The ghostly look in the mirror suddenly jumped. Sobbing silently. I have a flower tattooed on my arm.