A momentary coma appeared in her mind, and the man saw the woman in his arms dying, so he let go of his hand at the right time.
The fresh air rushed into the nostrils, the thought of giving up was just for a moment, the hope of life was within reach, no one would ignore it. Rain almost took a few breaths greedily, "You... who are you?"
The man stroked her face again, and pulled the black cloth off Rain's eyes with his fingertips.
She wanted to turn her head, but was straightened by the other party. She couldn't see the people behind her, so she could only look straight ahead.
A huge curtain was hung on the snow-white whitewashed wall. After hearing a few strange sounds, a youthful and flamboyant face suddenly appeared in front of Rain.
Slides, one after another, the buried memory reap
