Or perhaps it was the same for Li Changzhi at that time, though there was an instinctual sense of discord, it was hard to say exactly why.
"Interesting, then let's go to the last place."
Jing Ci snapped his fingers and uttered the name that was like a nightmare: "Haiqing Highway."
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The toll station on the highway was replaced by an eerie grocery store, the old man still lying on the redwood chair, feigning sleep.
His breathing seemed to diffuse with the howling wind.
It sounded like an ancient, deep sigh.
For some reason, in that sigh, Gu Jianlin felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility.
Originally, this highway was a nightmare for him, and after coming here once, he never wanted to return, yet occasionally in dreams he would come back, feeling that sense of coldness and helplessness, the sensation of being shattered to pieces.
He thought he would be very afraid to come back here again.
