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In the midst of the blood-colored firelight, she, in a plain white shirt stood in the middle of it, with a pair of red eyes looking out at the crowd. Blood soaked her white shirt, spreading out a flower of hell. She, looking up to the sky, wailed long and hard. Everyone was awake, but she was the only one who was drunk. She devoted her whole life, but she wished: a person is warm, two phases of gray hair, but eventually emaciated red face. The world chanted: when the fate of the world meets, only to solve the lovesickness and harm the lovesickness, the crowd laughed at the silly, who...