Everyone in the world is insane, but her name is stamped on the medical certificate, proving that everything is innocent.
Life is a slowly tightening silence, trapping her in a silent cage. Shen Qingran sat there, suffocating day by day, like a prisoner waiting to be killed.
She had tried to defend herself, but before the ripples of her words could ripple out, they were swallowed up by echoes filled with evidence of guilt. In the end, she lowered her head and acknowledged all the misfortune - as if only by carving the unfounded crime into her bones and blood could she steal a ray of oxygen to continue her life from this overwhelming despair.
She is waiting. Wait for the hammer sound of the final judgment to pierce the boundless silence, and wait for death to draw the eternal tapestry on this absurd drama.
Only in her dreams could she issue a pardon for herself.
For the 1025th time, she stepped into the pure land that would never be invaded in her dream. The young man's eyebrows are still clear, as if the grinding wheel of time has never polished them. The too-real sweetness quietly blurred the boundary between virtuality and reality, allowing her to indulge in it willingly until she died.
Until the morning light cuts through the dream like a blade. She subconsciously reached out to her side——
As far as the fingertips can reach, there is only a warm void that is escaping from reality.
"I give up."
Shen Qingran recited silently in her heart and offered her humblest prayer to the nameless God:
Ask for a death to end this endless punishment called living.
Purpose: From the perspective of teenagers, write about the growth arc of "self-rescue and protection" in the trauma of the original family, and reflect on the emotional dilemma and female dilemma in reality.