Countless voices intertwined around his ears.
Chattering, extremely chaotic.
So noisy!
Too noisy to sleep.
Even in death, can't one have a peaceful rest!
Xiang Beifei thought impatiently.
But soon, he found it strange.
Is this what death feels like?
Why can he still hear voices?
He opened his eyes.
It was completely dark before his eyes.
He couldn't see anything.
Yet all sorts of sounds surrounded him.
Xiang Beifei listened carefully to these voices, trying to identify who was disturbing his rest.
But the sounds were too jumbled, as if countless people were talking, various voices overlapping at once, making it impossible for him to hear clearly.
He struggled to distinguish those voices, and gradually, he seemed able to make them out.
"You can't keep being so timid and hesitant. If we end up in different universities, who's going to stand up for you! I'm worried about you already; without me to protect you, who knows how you'd be bullied in college!"
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