There is a fish with a poisonous tongue locked in the glass bottle on my chest.
It is always screaming that the beads I cry out are inferior and cannot be sold at a high price.
The steel jungle I live in is called the human world.
Said that the 'Morning Life Technology' that was hunting us wanted my scales, my blood, and the poor spirit in my beads.
I don't quite understand.
All I know is that there are almost no more beads to replace, and Li Zhihuan is coughing up more and more blood.
The memory in my mind is getting thinner and thinner, like a beach after low tide, nothing can be grasped.
The fish in the bottle is still urging me to escape.
But on the other side of the sea, there is the sigh of the clan leader; on this side of the shore, there is the endless hunt.
Maybe one day I will forget why I cry.
But before that—
I have to survive with this noisy fish.
Conception:? ?