Tangtang didn't speak. She closed her eyes slightly and looked at the passing traffic. The yellow street lights dimmed the ground into patches of gold. Fatigue and despair seemed to have sucked her dry, along with her bones, blood, heart, liver, spleen, and lungs. It seemed that in the next second she would suddenly turn into a pile of crystal powder like the female pig's feet in the fairy tale movie, and fly into the sky spinning on the wind.