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Whether you're in a good mood or not, there's one thing that doesn't shift and change according to a person's will. Time.

A day passed, and it was evening again. Zhou Ze sat on the sofa playing with a fountain pen. There was still no news from the loli.

Zhou Ze did not think that she was being perfunctory. After all, her life was in his hands. This was the first time he had asked her to do something. If she dared to pretend to do something perfunctory and return to sleep to recuperate, he could only send her to win.

Actually, the ashes from his previous life were not that important. If someone suggested that Zhou Ze scatter his ashes in the sea or in the river, he might do the same.

Letting the past go with the wind, letting the past return to dust, Zhou Ze was not like the protagonist in the romance drama who valued something more than his own life.