Piangevole: plaintive.
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5 years later ...
Zhou Yongliang woke up from his sleep that morning. He woke up not because of the sound of the alarm, but because of his nightmare. Damn, it had even been five years, but that nightmare related to the sacred ritual still haunted him.
The man with the surname Zhou sat down in the middle of his wide bed. Five years had passed, but he was still living in his luxurious apartment in Haidian. Five years had passed, but the bed felt even wider because he had been sleeping there alone in the past five years.
Alone. Yang Liu was no longer with him, and he was alone for the past five years.
Remembering that figure made Zhou Yongliang lower his head as he suddenly felt sadness in his heart. Yang Liu always said that he would lose everything if he was still stubborn to do the ritual, and he was right. He lost everything, including his best friends.
