Zhang Xiaoxiao still remembers the female college student he met in the homework room on the train that day. She had a refreshing and beautiful face and a well-proportioned figure, but she was shy pared to her appearance, but her kind and gentle personality made people feel at ease.

However, at that moment, the girl who had lived such a promising and blossoming season died tragically in front of his eyes. His cheeks were pale with cold, congealed blood, and a cruel hole had been torn in his chest. The car door opened and closed, and the body was deformed, leaving purple and black marks on its slender waist.

Looking straight into those distracted eyes, Xin Junmao could only read deep despair and sadness.

He suppressed his sadness and looked at the carriage where Zhang Xiaoxiao had died. The sight of blood and horror inside made him vomit. In an instant, he imagined what Zhang Xiaoxiao had gone through in his life. A horrifying and terrifying incident.

Xin Junmao vomited all the bitter water, but there was nothing left to vomit, and soon he was exhausted and lay down on the floor.

He grabbed her hair and felt the pain in her heart. He didn't know why this was happening to him. Did you mit an unforgivable sin in your previous life, or did you do something terrible in this life?

He is clearly a normal human being, someone who once struggled to survive in a chaotic future...but now he lives like a demon sent to hell, unable to escape. I am.

Xin Junmao choked several times, but was too sad and hopeless to shed any more tears. His dull eyes stared at Zhang Xiaoxiao's body, thinking that maybe death was really some kind of peace.

Xin Junmao began to calm down, and then noticed the backpack that Zhang Xiaoxiao was holding in front of him with both hands.

“Why is this backpack intact?” Xin Junmao snorted and took a step forward, Zhang Xiaoxiao said that he was really sorry, and snatched the backpack from his stiff fingers.

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