"The black sky hangs low, accompanied by blue stars..."
Wu Xiaoxin gritted her teeth and dug her fingertips into the adhesive layer between the wig and her scalp.
The sting of tearing glue made her shrink her shoulders suddenly, but she still held the edge of the wig tightly and pulled it down hard - the few strands of real hair that were stuck were painful, but she threw the heavy wig downstairs as if she was unconscious.
The plastic hair spread out in the air and then fell. She turned around and sat on the edge of the rooftop, her bare feet dangling in the air. "Insects fly, insects fly..." There was a tremor in the song that was deliberately suppressed. She raised her hand to wipe her face, rubbing the glue marks mixed with tears on her sleeves, "I want to fly too..."
As soon as she finished the last three words, she suddenly leaned forward, her open arms shaking violently in the night wind.
Intention: As long as you don't die