I was locked up, and the only thing left was darkness. I couldn't help but squeeze his hand tightly, feeling a little warmth coming from my palm, and a faint sense of security came over my heart. In the silence, there was only his gentle but firm voice: "Ah Chang, let's escape, escape."
I thought I had escaped, but reality told me that I had never escaped. The dilapidated building, the distorted stage, and his hypocrisy, which one is the truth?
I want to escape from here.
Reading notes:
1. The form of "() + number" appearing in the article means scene transformation (including time and space).
2. This article is written in the first person and contains a lot of psychological description.
3. This article is the product of my distraction in a Chinese class a long time ago. The writing is poor and extremely short. It will be finished soon, but the story is complete.
4. I'm a noob, my writing skills are not good, please forgive me.
Intent: To warn people to cherish a good life and pursue light.