I am a beggar. For me, life is good as long as I have food today. Whether I can eat or not depends on the weather. As long as the clothes on my body do not have a big hole in the east or a big hole in the west, small holes are relatively normal. As long as there are tiles in the place where I live, it can block the rain. Whether it can block the wind or not is not too important to me. I thought I would live like this for the rest of my life.
Who knows God's will, maybe I did something immoral in my previous life, and I couldn't satisfy such a simple wish, and insisted on letting me live another life.
I beat my chest and cried. At worst, I could just run away, but why was the corner of my clothes bitten again?