The desolate town, at this moment, it seems that she is the only one left.

An Yang supported her body weakly, the grief in her eyes became deeper and deeper, and she was destined to face this ruthless world alone.

The man was gone, and all her attachments were gone.

Thinking of the face full of warmth in her memory, An Yang lowered her eyelids, bitterness spread in her mouth, even if she died, the person would not shed a single tear for her.

She never deserved love......

Before he had time to sigh at everything that had passed, there was a sudden rumbling sound in the sky, and An Yang turned his head in amazement, making a decision almost instantly.

"Keep up, keep up!" The director looked at the people who began to run wildly, and his face was irrepressible with excitement.

An Yang in front of him seemed to be completely integrated with the characters in the play at this moment, and the feeling that arose from within made his soul tremble.

He has always affirmed An Yang's attitude towards his profession, so when the other party approached him to discuss modifying the ending of the character, he decided almost without thinking.

Only when the soul resonates can the characters on the paper really come to life.

Like blood and remnants of the sun projected into the Qiao family's compound through the dilapidated windows, on the sturdy attic, An Yang trembled and grabbed a discarded concentric knot from the ruins.

She lowered her eyes and gently wiped the dust from it, and the tears finally fell.

It was the concentric knot she had ever woven with her own hands, and it was the only gift that the person had ever received.

"Qiao Nan, Qiao Nan......" His pale lips muttered his name over and over again, and his trembling hands tore at the things in his hand, as if he wanted to soak all his strength.

"In this world, there will never be anyone who loves you as much as I do, never!"

The director's eyes were staring at An Yang's body, and he was just about to wave the script in his hand, "Boom-" There was a loud sound that shook the sky, and the flame-like tongue of fire surged wildly.

The damaged beauty is swallowed up in an instant, and the ending ends in smoke......

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There was occasional snoring in the quiet cell, Jiang Cong lay on the cold ground, his eyes wide open, and the cold moonlight shone in his tear-filled eyes.

The falling rain blurs the outside world. He tugged at his collar in pain, and the dying-like feeling of not being able to breathe tormented all nerves.

It was a dream, he must have had a nightmare, that's why everything was so unreal.

Sitting up suddenly, he struggled to think over all his dreams, trying to find a chance to start the world anew.

The end of life is the beginning of reincarnation, and he is not mistaken, Anyang is the key!

A crazy smile bloomed on Jiang Cong's face, yes, that's right, as long as the sun of tomorrow is ushered in, the world will start again.

"Remember, you must remember everything!"

He didn't want to lose it again, so he remembered his past with Anyang. In this life, he has to hold people firmly in his arms from the beginning.

You can also start over......

Lying back on the bed, the waking thoughts inexplicably began to blur.

He naturally closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling. The first time this strange feeling appeared, it was because the world was about to start anew.

He once only promised Anyang the happiness of this life, but he didn't expect that one day, he would think that they would have an afterlife.

He really wanted to hold An Yang's hand again, he didn't want to see her sad and crying again.