Zero people are back.

In her work room, familiar ping-pong and ping-pong were heard again, and occasionally there were a few loud noises, terrifying and frightening. Whichever one of the "flame flames" heard, it was inevitable that the inexplicable kindness infected everyone.

However, at the same time, everyone also found that zero is not the same as before.

She lost her brilliance in her eyes, and she stood there clearly, but her heart didn't know where she was.

Between life and death, no one knew what she had experienced. [

She worked almost day and night on almost self-abuse. When she came to the list, she picked it up. One to two, generous.

Over time, even dull people found something wrong.

Zero weight loss quickly, and the words are pitiful. Unless it is behind her, forcing her to answer, most of the time, she replaces communication with eyes or gestures.

She was reluctant to open her mouth, a heart door, closed and closed, no one could reopen.

Work, work, work, when fatigue is at its limit, you can sleep dreamlessly and have no energy to remember the happiness that was once at your fingertips.

There were dozens of bottles of chocolate bombs stacked in the corner. The original colorful colors were now gray. They were placed there quietly. Once accidentally detonated, the power was dozens of times stronger than the last time.

In her free time, she always stared at the bottles and pots, dreaming of another explosion, maybe she could return to Xuanyuanyao.

This kind of thought became a lingering nightmare, entangled her with death, day after day.

Perhaps one day, she will ignite them with her own hands, even if the chance is one in 10,000, it is worth trying to exchange for the lost person.

. . . . . . . . . .

Hei Jieming stood in front of the door, clenched his fist with his left hand, and tapped a few times.

For a long time, the sound of footsteps reached the door and opened a gap.