oice broke in urgently: “According to statistics, 216 people perished in this storm, with 158 severely injured. The injured are being treated in nearby hospitals, and rescue efforts by the fire brigade continue. We will keep you updated on the developments.” On the sofa opposite the television, a pair of parents huddled together for warmth, trying to ward off the chill in their hearts. CPP received the news the day after the incident. When the police officer found Tao Ci’s parents for her, she couldn’t hold back her tears and broke into uncontrollable sobs. The previously numb Tao Dad and Tao Mom were jolted back by her cries, and the three hugged each other, releasing the emotional wounds. Unbeknownst to them, Tao Ci had no idea where he was or if he was dead. Why was there no pain? “Huh? I’m not dead?” Though he couldn’t open his eyes or feel his body, his thoughts were still coherent. Tao Ci slowly regained consciousness. “Where’s my body? Not a trace left of it, huh, surviving a destructive death ray?” “Where am I? It’s dark... feels familiar.” Before he could ponder more, the daytime dream replayed. Sword shadows crisscrossed chaotically, and the distant woman appeared again. Tao Ci blindly used his consciousness to approach her, closer, almost able to lift her veil... Suddenly, the world spun again, the dream vanished, and his consciousness slipped back into slumber. Heaven seemed to have its own will, one that wouldn’t allow us to object. No matter how much we roar at the sky in rage, it wouldn’t heed us, stubbornly playing its game. In a mysterious place, a dark purple turntable spun silently, occasionally emitting faint flashes of light. Time moved along its eternal path. For hundreds of years, the turntable rotated quietly. Suddenly, the east and west sides of the turntable glowed brightly, shaking violently. The black dots floating on it boiled over as if in a frenzy, taking 49 days to calm down. During this period, various brilliant lights shone, with five-colored hues swirling around the millstone endlessly. With the life and death aura floating on the turntable, the light on both sides grew brighter, illuminating the surrounding darkness. Eighty-one days later, two silver mist-like chains appeared vaguely between the two points of light. The chains twisted around each other, spinning together. Time marched on, but the two points of light remained unchanged, sworn to stay together until the end of time. --- “小辞！吃饭啦” (“Xiao Ci! Time to eat!”) “来了~~” (“Coming~~”) A lazy response came from a boy sitting on a raised mound by the river. He didn’t move an inch, his right arm resting on his raised right knee, gazing at the distance with a bored expression, his face clearly spelling out "boredom". His fair skin and delicate face
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