I stood in the center of Zaoze, struggling desperately and calling for help. Groups of people passed by Zaoze, but no one thought about saving me. They just looked at me indifferently.
Take a look and move on. My life stopped at this moment.
Finally, I licked my dry lips and smiled bitterly. The pause in life prevented me from calling for help or struggling, and I quietly waited for death. Vision gradually becomes dark
Annihilation.
Then I heard crying, low and hoarse, like a tired baby, slowly replaced by sobbing, but the sobbing made me more irritated than the crying.
I said, don't fucking cry in my dream!
Then I woke up, yes I woke up, not that the crying stopped.