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"...I saw the so-called exile you have during the day and I know there must be innocent souls among those people. But just to satisfy the wishes of the vast majority, to keep the town moving forward, they are suddenly sacrificed—and this sacrifice doesn't even require their own consent." Su Ming'an turned his head, his tone suddenly becoming heavier: "...Do you think such a system is reasonable?"
"I, I..." Moli bit her lip, her hands nervously clutching the red gauze on her body, her lipstick smeared messily across her mouth: "...This, this is all arranged by the townspeople, I don't know... I, I seem to have forgotten a lot, but as soon as I wake up at night, I find myself in a coffin wearing these clothes... I don't know anything else... I really, really don't know anything..."
Su Ming'an slowly stood up, he saw faint sunlight streaming through the door crack, the color of morning glow.
...Is it almost morning?
Exile time is approaching again.