5 Months, 152 days, 3648 hours, 218,880 minutes, 13,132,800 seconds may seem like a long time, but to death it is only a moment.
The pen is so heavy and it is so difficult to write "I can't speak anymore".
The world can be so quiet, without any noise at all, not even the sound of breathing can break it.
The broken puppet is not controlled by the strings, and the broken body is not controlled by the brain. Lying on the bed, through the window, the things around me are so beautiful!
In the darkness, everything is illuminated and seen more clearly, bringing "light".
If I choose again, I will still drink that glass of water. One of us is destined to die, and I hope that person will always be me.
——Selected from Xiao Qiao's diary during his lifetime
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