Aren't I Just Weak?

Sha Xiaosong lived for more than twenty years. Although he lived a happy life and had a happy family, he was declining. From the beginning of silently asking the sky, to later getting used to taking pleasure in suffering. Sha Xiaosong was falsely optimistic, thinking to himself, what am I afraid of? I've been weak so many times, what am I afraid of? Later I found out that whatever I said came up. The person he feared the most and wanted to get close to the most was here. Sha Xiaosong looked up at the turbid sky again, "Oh my God. Am I still weak this time?" A bastard next to me said in a careless voice: "Definitely not!"