He looked at the charmingly smiling woman in front of him, secretly clenched his fists in his trouser pockets, and said, "You have escaped for four years, but you cannot escape for the rest of your life. Just wait."
Her smile faded as he said, "I'm just a pea, I can't make a rose." She turned around and left, disappearing at the end of the road for a moment.
On the horizon, the sun was setting just right, like a big red lantern, but in his eyes, it was weeping for him.