Who would have thought that an ordinary girl, when facing a band of desperate men, would possess the courage to confront evil directly? Her righteousness, her courage, was enough to make the group of men standing behind her lower their heads in shame.
A person simply fell down, collapsed into a pool of blood, her eyes full of unwillingness and helplessness. As her life signs rapidly declined, the girl's body grew cold. As the sleet fell on her face, warm with her tears, one could still see a silhouette in her undissolved gaze?. It was a silhouette of dreams and aspirations. As short-lived as an illusion, it shattered like a broken mirror.
The world is unfair. The leader of the caravan wept old tears. He wanted so desperately to strike back, but he lacked the courage. The dozens of guns in the caravan stood no chance against what they were facing.
