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Song Lan never expected that the dream would present itself like a serial drama.
When he fell asleep in the latter half of the night, his vision returned to that port city, which seemed to exist in a different era from theirs. This time, his view shifted to the port hospital, where after the doctor's rescue efforts, the frail young boy lay on the hospital bed.
The only commonality was the appearance of those bizarre symbols on the wall again.
Bright red, as if written in blood.
It was a little girl he had never seen before who wrote these symbols. She appeared a few years older than Diago, devoutly asking herself whether she should take Diago to a better world.
Song Lan, of course, immediately denied this.
