Gray Depression, No Edge in Sight

Holding the knife in her hand, she wiped the iron-stained blade with a rag. She wanted to smile at the end of her life. She forced a smile out of the corner of her mouth and tears filled her eyes. "How beautiful this world would be without me. No one would remember it anyway." It's just a shell." The sun was still so dazzling, and no one remembered her. People were walking in a hurry on the road, and a knife cut across their hands, and bright blood spurted out, as if she was in pain, but no one remembered, "It would be better if she died, hehehehe"... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.