"The night of the heavenly witch!"
It gradually turned dark, and the sandbox in the orchard welcomed night again.
Outside the window at the back of Xu Zhi's living room, there was a small town with exquisite, super-small European architecture. The streets and people were in a hurry, bringing with them dust and wind. The air seemed to be suppressed by the darkness, making it hard for people to breathe.
The night wind also gradually blew. 50 years of night and day symbolized the inauspiciousness of the world. Many people could not help but quickly return home.
"The war has begun."
"That world? This is unimaginable!"
"Heavens! There was day and night every day? How was that possible? I can't believe there's such a beautiful world out there."
"They don't deserve such a beautiful world!"
in our world, after hundreds of years, the wind is getting stronger and colder, as if the end of the world is coming!
