C246 Last Rites

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When Wang Wangwang buried her head in the steaming hot water, she still felt like she was dreaming.

It was a very, very long dream. It was broken and chaotic, with different faces and different lives running through it. Some were old, some were fresh and lively, some were familiar, some were unfamiliar, some were deeply etched in her mind, and some were fleeting