Fleeting years without recourse

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Maybe after a few days or just a few hours, the pain always makes people feel that time goes by very slowly, and Daji also feels the same way, but she survived, and in the darkness of that period of pain that was worse than death, she saw that A golden light like hope is slowly rising in the group, and memories that do not belong to her are circulating in her mind, natural rivers, mountains and rivers, all things, and those civilizations that have been destroyed or silenced, there are beautiful girls who are dressed in cumbersome clothes. Waves from the Waist Buddha, sweet laughter and languages ​​that Daji can't understand are intertwined to paint a fairyland-like Taoyuan, and there are footprints left on the snow by unknown animals among the icebergs and snow rivers.

Close your eyes lightly, as if you were in that space and as if you returned to a distant ancient country, the hometown that belonged to her that had even been blurred in memory.

Daji slowly opened her eyes, the golden god-like color shone in the darkness, but the light was quickly extinguished, and she regained her dark red pupils, the way Zhuang Zhou looked at her was a little strange, and Daji blinked I moved my body and stood up from the darkness.

'Who are you? ’ Suddenly she heard Zhuang Zhou’s voice behind her.