She looked at the pot of wine on the table and seemed to see a tombstone in the wilderness with her name engraved on it. She put her hands on the edge of the cold table, finally unable to stand any longer, and fell backwards. Three thousand black hairs entangled with her debts flickered in the flickering candlelight. She closed her eyes and murmured, "I've been through so much in my life, I'm afraid I won't be able to look back."