He Zhouyao would rather never live in this world.
He was helpless as he watched the unripe fruit being peeled off and eaten away, unable to do anything to save it.
He covered his eyes.
He knew he was running away. But he hated that feeling.
There is nothing to care about in this world. After all, you have to lose, whether it's faster or slower, there's no difference.
Some people are watching the fire from the other side, while some people are whitewashing the peace. Some people reached out to help, while others tried to share the food. Some people screamed when the insects crawled on their bodies, while others covered their eyes like him and let him go indifferently.
There was another person who took away the hand that covered his face and stood not far away. There were many people behind that person, so densely packed that they were countless.
He walked up to the man.
The man said they would all die.
He took the man's hand and said, so will we.
The earthworm shakes the tree. Moths fly into the flame.
But they all know that this is the right way.
That being the case, death is worth it.
●The background and characters are fictitious, without any prototypes, and have nothing to do with real history.
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Purpose: No one can live apart from the era in which he or she lives.