Dusk is 10 p.m., and the sunset is particularly thin.

It feels quite fragile, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Tang Fei was in this city, watching everything go on in an orderly manner, although there were still sporadic gunshots in the city from time to time, there was no longer any waves.

When it came time to eat in the evening, the army was uniformly standard.

"Generalissimo, you come......

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