During this bitter journey in the desert, I finally couldn't hold on anymore and slowly sat down. I wanted to leave, but my withered and yellow hair was messy in the wind, and then strands stuck on my face. I couldn't see the way forward. I wanted to see if there was water nearby that could moisturize my life. There seemed to be a clear spring in the distance. I finally fell down, and the sun was no longer dazzling. I knew that I was going to die if I didn't leave. It was very strange. The sun's solemn light seemed to greet the arrival of death amidst the whispers of churchgoers. Although I had fallen down many times before, it seemed that I was really going to die this time. Damn it, how did I see myself dying? I cried in grievance, not because of death but because I would not live or die. Do I want to watch myself die? That couldn't be done/My tears flowed more and more, and I became more and more energetic. I stood up and walked out.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
