The deep, shadowy passage stretched beyond sight.
Only a distant speck of light showed the way.
I have to run toward it.
The words appeared in Shen Xianzhi's mind.
She started moving, first at a slow walk, then a brisk pace, and finally a run, afraid of losing that gleam of light.
The light grew larger, and the moment it swallowed her, it was as if she had suddenly emerged from water into the air. A clamor of voices rang out.
She looked up. The lights overhead swayed back and forth, and her vision flickered between light and dark. For a moment, she couldn't tell what was real.
This was her battlefield, and in the end, it became the grave where she buried her dreams.
