Seize Love

Is it a dream? There is no end to the whiteness. The white gauze clothes are draped on the body, and the pale and transparent face is blank. Where is it? Why is there no one? It is quiet all around, and there is no bird singing, let alone the chirping of cicadas. The silent world has no end, only white, where is she? "Qian'er, Qian'er..." This voice? This voice? It was a voice in a dream, hoarse and hoarse, calling over and over again as if a pair of hands were slowly tightening their grip on her throat. She was slapping and roaring, her face getting paler and paler. No one answered her, no one saved her. What am I going to do, what am I going to do? "No one will save...