C183 The death of jinji

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One night.

Under the dim yellow light.

Yang Xiaofang looked at me with an aggrieved expression.

I was looking back at her, expressionless.

The weather was neither cold nor hot. Suitable in the middle.

The hot summer passed. It was already autumn.

There was not a single green plant in the world.

All the plants had dried up and died.

No one knew what had happened