He put me on the coffin, his expression was extremely pious, and he said: "My child, don't come back again." At this moment, I saw tears overflowing in his eyes. Only now do I know that all these crimes and punishments will be judged in the end. It is just a matter of time. This is something we cannot escape.
This is a story about love and sin. Well now it's about to begin.
Four-year-old Gana is currently in the sun. She kept running forward, constantly panting. The scorching sun seemed to be swallowing up its thin body in the next second. He knows. She can't look back. Just now, her mother, who was dying under the butcher's knife of the Mengsha people, used her last bit of strength to desperately yell at her, "Ganai, run - don't come back." Shrinking in the closet, she rushed out of the house like crazy after receiving the order. She could not remember anything, nor how long she had been running, but before her eyes she could clearly see her mother's face distorted by grief, her messy brown hair, strange brown blood, and the white paper flowers floating all over the village.
Turning around, he looked in the direction of the village. There was a haze... Her hands kept wiping her cheeks. At this moment, the seven-year-old Dou Kao couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat...
What awaits her is a lonely journey.