You need to dig a grave for yourself, she said, and no one will help. It is not even possible to sprinkle a handful of dirt on top of the grave. That's the reality.

You have to start tomorrow, she said.

He thought that they were friends, and that there should be family and friendship in addition to love, that they were a group of lonely people abandoned by the hotel, firmly united, gathered together for survival and ideals, firmly united, like comrades-in-arms...... But apparently, he was wrong.

The cold-blooded woman killed his brother, the lame man and the nosebleed woman were arranged to have a child, he hurt the big-tongued man in order to survive, even the grave had to be dug up by his own hands, in the whole society, all emotions were "prescribed", and only within the framework were they allowed to have love, affection and friendship, but this was not emotion, but theory, a theory as cold as mathematics.

So, what should he do?

Standing in place, David's eyes showed a trace of confusion and confusion, as if even the goal he had been looking for began to fall apart.

Love?

Does love really exist?

Through the night, David quietly stared at the short-sighted woman who was dancing wantonly, and no music could be heard by the people around, but it could be seen that she was completely immersed in the music, enjoying the beat and rhythm of the melody, although it was not as wanton and flamboyant as the maid, but compared with other walking corpses, you could still clearly feel her cheerfulness and joy, blooming under the moonlight.

The slightly lowered eyes hid a trace of sadness, surging in fragility and loss, and David's clear eyes became blurred:

Can he still find love? Does he still need to continue to look for love? Is his persistence still meaningful? More importantly, does love really exist? In this reckless and magnificent world, does he really have bonds? Can he still grasp the family affection and friendship outside of love?

Those questions, one after another, rushed to their faces, and then they came out of control, and instantly grabbed their throats, suffocating as if they were drowning.

The eyelids drooped slowly, slowly, and the light slowly dimmed, like a candle flame in the boundless darkness, and all the fragility and sorrow disappeared into the shadow hidden by the eyelashes, and then, everything was gone.

David closed his eyes like this.

Gently, gently, David shook his shoulders gently, a little clumsy and a little stiff, as if he was hitting the beat in line with the melody, but he was not able to smooth because he was not very familiar with the movements, but gradually, the shaking of his shoulders was accompanied by the rhythm of his body.

The gentle and soothing swaying is like being immersed in a lullaby, and the murmuring moonlight is tossed and swirled under the nimble fingertips.

Slowly, my feet also step on the steps of tap dance, and my body muscles gradually relax, little by little into the rhythm of the rhythm. The body is becoming more and more relaxed, the movement is becoming more and more free, and at the same time, the rhythm is becoming more and more brisk, and it seems that the rhythm driven by the drum is beginning to pick up.

But the problem is that there is no music on the scene, and Lan Li does not wear earplugs. That...... What the hell is going on?

The whole shooting scene was stunned: why did Lan Li suddenly start dancing awkwardly without accompaniment? Such a scene is really a bit weird, even more weird than Ariannie is "Voguing" - at this time, Ariane is still immersed in the maid's dancing world, she is standing five steps in front of Lan Li, those dance movements cover Lan Li's body, but Ariannie can't hide Lan Li's existence.

Lan Li swayed her body quietly, stepped on the rhythm, closed her eyes tightly, and seemed to be wandering in the melody, the relaxed and natural movements were not the slightest jerky or embarrassing, and the natural performance seemed to really feel the melody flowing, easily stealing all the attention, even Ariannie couldn't let her eyes stay on her.

This...... What happened?

Could it be that there was really a witch at the scene? Could it be that Lan Li really got on the ghost?

Because the whole scene was being filmed, everyone didn't dare to disturb it, and their eyes couldn't help but look towards Ogels, but Ogles couldn't make an accurate judgment:

It is certain that this is Lan Li's improvisation, but what is the purpose of such an improvisation? According to the script, in fact, David's eyes are cast on the short-sighted woman, and then the scene is over, and the dialogue between the loner leader and David is actually a dark line, but this is the end of it, and Oulgels is not prepared to continue to extend. In other words, David's performance now is completely off-script.

Ogles didn't open his mouth to interrupt Lan Li, but just stood behind the monitor, quietly observing the scene.

In this way, he immersed himself in the music - the music that did not exist, the amplitude and intensity of the stride began to gradually increase, and between the interaction between the leg lift and the action of stepping on the ground, the whole body began to shake, more and more intense, more and more ferocious, and the lullaby evolved into electronic dance music, and even the shoulders and hands began to move together, and finally, the whole person was integrated into the music and danced selflessly.

He just got carried away and danced.

It's like...... It was as if the music was roaring, and the music of the earth shaking, the stormy waves, and the rolling thunder continued to explode in the ears, making all the noise and thoughts disappear, completely emptying the brain, completely abandoning the body, completely entrusting one's body to the music, writhing and dancing to the beat of the drums and melodies, as if in the middle of the dance floor, calmly and wantonly to welcome the arrival of the end of the world.

Yes, the end of the world.

That kind of selfless devotion, even with a ruthlessness, closed eyes can't catch any emotion, but in the ruthless body language, you can clearly feel the anger that erupts from the depths of your heart, surging and rolling, bursting out of the energy of destroying the world, all catharsis in the melody, jumping until exhaustion, until the end of the world, and then, embracing the coming of the end of the world.

Dazed. Despair. Sadness.

The pain from the depths of his heart erupted in this way, and it seemed to be devouring that fragile soul little by little, watching the world be destroyed.

Matthew gritted his teeth, he felt, he really felt, the violence and sorrow that came from the depths of Lan Li's heart, like a giant beast, was gnawing at Lan Li's body, inch after inch, and Lan Li didn't resist - he couldn't and didn't want to resist, so he let the pain spread, as if only by feeling the pain could he feel that he was still alive, and he was punishing himself.

Matthew couldn't watch it anymore.

He closed his eyes, but then forced himself to open them again: he couldn't help, he couldn't help at all, he felt helpless like never before, he couldn't even say a word of comfort, but at least, he could be by Lan Li's side.

Unprecedentedly, Matthew was so embarrassed and embarrassed, the pain in the depths of his eyes was tearing at his soul, but he couldn't shed a single tear, his mouth was full of bitterness and couldn't say anything, what should he do, what should he do to be able to help Lan Li, to be able to save Edith.

Oh, God?

"God, if you can help, I sincerely hope that you can hear my prayers and let this stop, please, let this stop. Matthew clenched his fists, anger and sadness burning in his chest, and this time, he refused to allow himself to compromise.

Lan Li danced so obliviously as if no one was watching, as if the end of the world was coming.

The whole forest was silent, it seemed that even the light breeze had disappeared, and everything was calm again, except for the trivial sound of footsteps on the grass, and the silence slowly permeated the night, except for Lan Li dancing wantonly, falling into madness.

Then, they felt a ...... Sadness.

In the turbulent sea of people but still lonely, hugging the person you love but still lonely, the surface is safe but still painful...... The kind of sadness, from the outside, is very lively, but deep down, it is falling apart, the kind of tsunami hidden under the surface of the water is step by step towards the despair of suffocation, bitter and painful, sad and struggling, obviously roaring but without any sound, that kind of sadness, quietly diffuse.

There was no explanation, just sadness was felt.

Whisshaw couldn't bear to look away, but saw Olivia scrambling to wipe away her tears, and John exuding pain and sorrow, he knew that he was not the only one who felt that sadness, but the problem was that even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

In a panic, his gaze was frequently projected towards Ogels: What the hell is going on? Are you sure you don't need to stop Lan Li? Is this really no problem?

Ogles finally realized the anomaly.

From the perspective of the script, the conversation between the loner leader and David makes David truly feel lonely and lonely, and at the same time makes David begin to reflect on love, and further makes David realize the budding love for the short-sighted woman in his heart.

But now, Lan Li's performance has given the whole scene a thicker and deeper meaning, and then things start to get different, so that Obels's ability to depict David's subsequent change of thought and the weight of the plot is a good thing, however, Lan Li seems to be a little unable to stop, and there is something faintly not quite right—although Ogles doesn't know what is wrong, his instincts/abilities still make a judgment.

"Ka!" called out Auggs.

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