Her body was discovered exactly one hundred days after her disappearance.
No one came to claim her. She lay quietly on the cold iron frame, and the lights scattered on her face, adding a sense of tranquility.
There was no pain, the eyes were slightly closed, the wing-like eyelashes seemed to be fluttering gently, there were a few faint red blood streaks on the lips, although they were light, they showed color, and the face was fair, not pale, but a peaceful complexion.
No matter how you say it, it doesn't look like a dead person, like an angel or a sleeping god.
She didn't know how long it took, but Shen Mingjun opened her eyes. Something seemed to be churning in her body. She stood up, put her feet on the highest rock, put her hands in front of her mouth like brackets, and shouted desperately at the sea:
"Xiang Nan, run! Xiang Nan! Xiang Nan! Run!!! Xiang Nan, Xiang Nan, run! Run quickly..."
In this absurd world, where is the salvation?
Concept: How many steps does it take to save a girl? No one knows.