When the language is pale, silence speaks...

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dream-coffee.

Yan Ruohuang is sitting near the window, where he can clearly see the dark night opposite. This is morning. There are not many people who come in, but many people who are frustrated and ashen. After a long night of battle, most of them are lost, even their wives and children don't know. Longyaochen likes grey areas. His dictionary is not only black and white. He likes to watch people die and go wild. The expression of hope in despair always makes his heart more indifferent.

There was the sound of the wind bell coming from the door. Someone came in....