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Mai Xiaomai stood beneath the pyramid, bearing the scorching sun overhead and treading over the golden sands, her face veiled as she faced the camera, suddenly feeling a sense of ancient desolation.
In Ancient Egypt, people believed that the dead could be reincarnated, hence the pyramids and the Sphinx, the mummies awaiting resurrection.
And she, as a forensic doctor, having witnessed death after death, had never believed in resurrection but had always thought that life and death each had their own path.
Yet there were those who, for their own revival, cast countless others into days akin to hell.
Qiao Feiyang seemed to have caught the wisp of melancholy emanating from her, and he pressed the shutter for several shots.
The wind was a bit strong, and sand had gotten into her eyes.
Mai Xiaomai squinted, bowing her head to try to squeeze out the sand.
When she looked up again, she saw a couple surrounded by a throng of people in front of her.
