When the tattooed man opened his eyes for the third time, the sky was already turning fish-belly white with the hint of dawn and the stars were fading away.
Though the stars were no longer visible, it didn't mean they had ceased to exist.
The rolling comments were clearly floating over his head—
[(-灬-) Life is already short, yet you insist on taking shortcuts]
[Heaven has a path you did not take, Hell has no gate yet you forcibly enter, is it stubbornness?]
[('_') What gave you the courage to turn back?]
[I stayed up until now just to see him wake up, three parts shocked, three parts angry, three parts bewildered and one part confused about life. Okay, now I can go to sleep peacefully. z Z]
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Tattooed man: "..."
He pulled up his personal panel and immediately turned off the live broadcast.
