Step by step, she walked out of the hospital, moving forward with her bare feet stepping on the ground. The light of the street lamps shone on her face, making her seem paler than usual.
Then, she stopped and raised her head to gaze at the starry sky ahead. The stars were reflected in her empty eyes.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out except her breath. She did not even feel like talking.
She kept walking ahead, her thin body swaying in the dark, but she did not pause in her steps at all. The hospital gown that she was wearing was so thin and transparent. A chilly breeze blew past occasionally and ruffled her hair, making the messy strands fly up and down, again and again.
The breeze blew into her gown, but she felt nothing. It barely brushed across her cold eyes, under her long eyelashes. She was still moving forward as the breeze blew on her, as if the breeze was dragging her body along to move forward.
