Butterfly

In the endless wasteland, there was only one black spot moving back and forth. She was wearing a thin black gauze. The already thin woman looked like a walking corpse at this moment. She had been mechanically making a movement, which was digging holes with her hands. The blood on her fingers had long been mixed with the black earth and solidified... Changsheng's body had gradually lost warmth and became colder little by little. There was no life in her pale face. The only thing she held in her hand was the candied haws that she loved most during her lifetime... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.