C512 Handwritten Manuscript

I was still lying on my desk. There was no one on the other side of the window, and the porcelain statues on the ground were not broken either.

Time seemed to have stopped for a moment. The black insects that I had put into the bottle also lost their spirit. They were all stacked together like a pile of lumps. Occasionally, a few of them moved their antennae to prove that they could still move