Su Xiaoman finally left this indifferent place. The minibus was speeding along the rugged mountain road, dust was flying, and the eagerness was very much like her mood at the moment. The small village became smaller and smaller in her sight, and the smoke from the kitchen floated into the air and was blown away by the wind, leaving no trace. Years later, this scene became her only memory of the small village where she was born and raised. As for the future, she had never thought at the time that what happened next would be her own choice, the guidance of fate, or the other side she would reach by drifting with the tide. Even she herself could not see through it or explain clearly.
Purpose: Human suffering