"Cough cough... Because this is the price of soul shaping... cough cough."
Grandma Sun spoke with difficulty.
A trickle of blood slid from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her tattered clothes and spreading into small blood flowers.
The price of soul shaping!!!
My mind went blank.
So this is what sadness is?
This heart-wrenching pain, as if it were tearing my soul apart, almost drove me to the brink of collapse.
But why must the Soul Shaper sacrifice so many lives?
Is this what I wanted?
My head was throbbing again, and fragmented images began to flash before my eyes like a revolving lantern.
I saw my grandfather; his kind face was faintly visible in the light and shadow, and there were many other people as well.
And a tall man whose face was not clearly visible.
He was holding a boy who was a few years old in his arms.
Who is that person?
Why does it feel so familiar, yet I've never seen it before?
Many memories that don't belong to me intertwine and collide, making me even more confused.
Suddenly, young Bai Su appeared before me.
She was wearing a white dress and slowly stepped out of a black car, holding a terrifying-looking doll in her hand, and walked towards me step by step.
Her eyes held a hint of fear, yet also an inexplicable determination.
"Here you go," she said softly.
The sound seemed to come from a distant place, ethereal and dreamlike.
I looked down and was immediately stunned.
This is a doll that simulates the horrific scene of a car accident.
Half of his head was crushed to a pulp, like a lump of mud, with brain matter seeping out from the gaps in the broken skull.
The other half of the doll's head was still relatively intact, but its eye was connected by a nerve and hung shakily on its cheek.
His body was covered in scrapes and bloodstains, his clothes were tattered, and his limbs were twisted beyond recognition, as if they had been pulled by a tremendous force.
This is not...
Is it the doll I gave her when we first met?
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