Tears fell to the ground, and Xia Yuhan still stood with her heart full of scars. The cold cement building half-closed her melancholy thoughts. She listened to the sound of late autumn alone in front of the window, letting the cobwebs on the roof tremble in empty circles, letting the bleak light shine. On the ruins of my soul, bits and pieces stretched out my dry mind, replenishing my dreamless sleep. The disrepaired cement buildings made my eyes open with melancholy. The silence at this time was so quiet that she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat...
The cold liquid flowed down her thin face. Her years of sexless marriage had made her almost desperate...