This kind of illness was indeed terrifying. It could scare a robber into being robbed.
She put away the yellow knife and then covered her face. She was still like a wandering soul, walking forward step by step. She didn’t know how long she would have to walk, how long she would have to walk, or where she would go.., in any case, in her current state, she would be like a soul when she went back. She would have nothing to do except for this rotten disease.
She didn’t know how long she could last.
The cold wind blew from time to time, and some snowflakes seemed to be floating in the sky. Yan Huan stopped and stretched out her hand, watching the snowflakes fall into her palm.
It was snowing again.
She breathed a breath of warm air into her palm. Then, she put her hand in her pocket and continued walking.
She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t afraid of anything
Because she was fearless.
And because she loved life and death.
