After Ye Yinkite returned to school, she was a little confused.

An Jiu's memories have been found, but she has witnessed the bitter fruits of memory.

She wasn't sure if she would have the courage to bear it if it befell her.

Wrapping yourself in the quilt, the lingering coolness still penetrates the skin, eroding the bone marrow little by little.

Piano sounds.

The sound of the piano reappeared.

That's no longer a standalone tune. It's noisy, disordered, and disorganized.

Every treble is piercing, and every bass is terrifying.

...... Is that the person?

She looked at the bunk, where her roommate was already asleep. But she also seemed to hear it......

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