Jian Anli had to face a snow-white mist every day in her life. She was like a dehydrated fish, briefly drowning in the pond, waiting for the ocean to appear, then she jumped up and jumped into the blue with the moonlight. Jian Anli firmly believes that only by not being moved can one not be sad. She believes that the Internet is just an experience from chaos to desolation. When the fog dissipates, there is nothing.
She had always thought she was doing a good job, that had always been the case, and it had never changed.
She really felt that she had done it, not being stained by the troubled world or the green leaves.
It's just a hallucination, an absurd beginning and an absurd end.
But not only was she ignorant of the beginning, but even the ending was never as she imagined.
Until she was close at hand, those familiar words rang in my ears again.
She stopped.