The bright and sunny little town suddenly became gloomy.
These people all had a cold and gloomy aura, and they were all curled up in various parts of the town.
They already had nothing, and could only be immersed in their beautiful dreams.
He wanted to destroy the museum, but did he really want to destroy all these unfortunate people?
..
He looked up at the end of the street. The old man who had just returned home was sitting alone under the streetlight, looking at the sky silently.
There was no one around him.
He didn't have any meat to stew, only a self-made cigarette that was burnt to the last bit.
As he had borrowed the old man's identity to enter the museum, Lu Xin was familiar with the old man's past.
Thirty years ago, he had a carefree life. After the Crimson Moon, he had experienced a great change. He originally had a wife who never left him and a pair of lovely and sensible children.
