Yaoyao felt only grief, anger and pain in her heart. She wished she could grab something and tear it apart, or jump down and lose all her thoughts and delusions from now on... It was cold on the mountain at winter night, but her heart was colder than the mountain wind, so she didn't feel it at all. But she saw thick clouds in the sky, moving slowly, revealing a little confused moon shadow from time to time.
The dark clouds gradually swallowed up everything. The rain mixed with the snow fell slowly and slowly, and it was damp and cold. After a while, a thin layer of ice formed on her clothes. At this time, she was full of thoughts of giving up on herself. A slight sneer hung on the corner of her mouth, and she sat motionless. She thought that it would be better to die like this, so as not to see the deception, selfishness, indifference and betrayal in this world.