C174 He Died for You

Sitting on the rostrum, looking down at the dense crowd of people, a bunch of them in a row.

However, it was neat and orderly, full of vigor.

I'm not interested.

Inexplicably, I felt a burning gaze. I subconsciously turned my head to look, but I couldn't find the source of this gaze.

I felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness in my heart. . . I kept feeling like someone was staring at me