C1188 Mark Me 17
Bai Ji had a dream.
In the dream, he walked alone in the cold rain. He was surrounded by white fog and no one was by his side. However, those sharp sounds penetrated the white fog and turned into cold sharp blades that stabbed into his heart.
"You smell so bad, get out."
"You stink!"
"Stay away from me. Don't come and play with us."
"Why do you smell like grass? "Hahahaha
