Her body was discovered exactly one hundred days after she went missing.
No one came to claim her. She lay quietly on the cold metal gurney, the light falling across her face and lending it a touch of serenity.
There was no pain. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her featherlike lashes seemed to flutter softly. A few faint red threads of blood on her lips, though slight, lent them a hint of life. Her face was fair, not deathly pale, but a peaceful, natural shade.
Anyone would say she didn't look like the dead. She looked like an angel, a sleeping deity.
After an unknown length of time, Shen Mingjun opened her eyes. Something seemed to churn inside her. She stood up, placed both feet on the highest rock, cupped her hands around her mouth, and screamed toward the sea with all her strength:
"Xiangnan, run! Xiangnan! Xiang Nan! Run!!! Xiangnan, Xiang Nan, run! Run!"
In this absurd world, where can salvation be found?
Theme: How many steps does it take to save a girl? No one knows.
