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It has been more than a year since that serial killing incident. Looking back now, I still feel extremely sad. Perhaps, this is because I could have prevented this bloody storm. As early as a month before the summer vacation, the foreshadowing of it had been laid, but I was completely unaware of it at the time. That morning, everything started very normally, the sun was shining brightly and the birds were singing peacefully on the branches. To prevent the flu, I wear a mask to teach students. Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I heard someone calling my name across the street. I turned around and saw a girl dressed as a high school student waving to me across the street. But the noise of the traffic rushing between us made it difficult for me to hear what she was shouting.

Did you know that there was another sandstorm in Beijing today? Everything was gray and the sand hit the window glass like rain, making a rustling sound. Does this sand come from the desert where you rest? Leave the classroom, climb to the top of the building, open your arms and want to embrace the wind and sand in your arms. I want to hold you in my arms again. Are you lonely? I'll be with you soon. The Valley of Wishes has agreed to my request, and I am coming to see you. Are you happy? You didn't answer, and neither did the sand. It just kissed my eyes hard. The tears that I thought had dried up flowed down uncontrollably. The strong wind blocks all sound, and the sand explains the strange tear tracks.