Under the bright red sunset, with the lingering breath of summer, she stood facing the wind. This was the highest viewpoint in the school. The warm wind blew her long black hair, dancing gracefully in the air. There were tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips. She thought that this was finally going to be over. In the end, she thought, she had nothing to hold on to.
There were rapid footsteps behind her, and her favorite voice, which was shouting, "Zozuo, Zuozuo."