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Zhan Mu woke up from his dreams. He opened his eyes and looked at the pitch black night. He sat up, and with the blanket at his waist, he used his long fingers to tug at his short hair. Actually, he had not been sleeping very well all this while.

I finally fell asleep tonight and started dreaming again.

In fact, seven years had already passed. He was already thirty-seven years old