Then time began to rewind, and when I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the bed in my dormitory.

It's hot, it's unbearably hot. I looked up, and all I saw was fire.

I am now a ball of fire, lying in the blanket left to me by the ancestral gods.

I don't remember what happened or why I turned back into a fireball.

The mind is chaotic and the thoughts are not clear. I don't know if I am Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies, or if butterflies are dreaming of Zhuang Zhou. Maybe everything I experienced before was my dream for a long time, maybe I'm dreaming now that I'm a fireball.

What did I go through before I turned back into a fireball? I don't quite remember, I only vaguely remember that I was sad, but in the end......

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