"Running is my specialty," Yinlan's eyes narrated, a subtle mixture of weariness and resilience. Her life, a cruel joke, had seen her sprinting for the most trivial things, evading life's simplest joys that others could effortlessly grasp. Love, affection, fear—running remained her sole recourse. Despite her relentless efforts, life unfolded like a tragic tapestry, and she departed with a heart laden with regrets.
Now, granted a new lease on life, Yinlan found herself thrust once again into the familiar rhythm of escape.
"Pathetic," she grumbled to herself, frustration manifesting in the clenching of her fists. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. "I was powerless then, and I am powerless now," she admitted, sorrow etching her features.