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Ganvan Heinrich woke from his dream, sweating cold sweat. It was a nightmare, and in the dream, he was being trampled by ten thousand horses.

He didn't know why he was like this. He turned on the light and looked around the empty room.

On this night, he thought of Zuo Xi Yan.

The strange fragrance he had smelled that day in the hotel was his favorite, the smell of Gesun flowers blooming