In the soil that is warm and sunny, there is still darkness growing. The fragrance of spices cannot hide the decay of food. The stagnant pulse cannot stop the hotness of the soul. Rain will wash away the dirt, and sharp knives will pierce the heart. Can a mouth without a tongue still make a sound? A life without a heartbeat, can it still express its bitterness? Does the stretched out hand mean to help, or to push towards death?
In the deep and quiet path, Chen Ming was a little flustered and the people following behind him quickened their pace. Chen Ming trembled and dialed the emergency number. The first second he answered the call, he felt severe pain. When he lowered his head, he saw the tip of a knife emerging from his heart. Chen Ming fainted and fell to the ground, and bright blood flowers bloomed on the ground. When I woke up again, it was still June 28th.
Life ends again and again, and the cycle begins again and again. At the end of the road, no matter what, Chen Ming cannot escape the fate of death. In the vast sea of people, who is the murderer? It is true or false. The road ahead is complicated and confusing. Where does the truth lie?
Purpose: Inspirational, cyclical