Early morning.

Heavy clouds, covering the sky.

After washing clothes all night, Feng Xiaoyao's bones were stiff and hard, and when he walked, he heard a clicking sound.

He stretched his hands behind him, held the sides of his waist, and slowly walked through the corridor to the clouds...

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