At night, she sat on a wooden chair by the sea, with the salty sea breeze blowing across her cheeks. She smiled and shook her head, as if she had made up her mind to do something but hesitated. Finally, she stood up, wearing a white dress and being blown by the wind. She felt like a goddess coming from the sky. Her feet were soft and soft on the beach. She walked forward step by step, gradually heading towards the depths of the sea. When she was about to lose her last trace of consciousness, her body felt relieved.
Motto: Plagiarism is shameful