Amid the golden glow pouring into the mill from the window, always associated with agile grazers like deer and antelope, his beautiful white legs adorned with semi-transparent bodily fluids, were similar to sculpture art pieces. The shadow cast by the backlight smeared dark colors on them. Afterwards, a rope slung around his neck and a rigid body, sketched a mournful arc around the roof beam after a shock.
"She was a good girl. Innocent, gentle, kind, and considerate. She should have married a good man, borne children, and lived a peaceful life. Such a future could've been hers. However, the moment you decide to betray others for your own survival, this plan is cancelled, never to be fulfilled."
