A Story About Life

The cold moonlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and spreads a silvery glow all over the floor. The simple wooden floor exudes an obscure light. A wolf ready to go is drawn on the wall. It is ferocious, wild, but indescribably lonely. The girl sat under the moonlight, squinting her eyes and looking at the stars not far away. Under her obsidian eyes, there was a dead silence like three feet of ice. The legs are naturally folded, and the seemingly cold temperament brings a thrilling oppression to people - like the god of death strangling your neck tightly, you can't see his withered face clearly, and he is unconscious. The entire manor was eerily quiet, and the lotus flowers in the pond seemed to be gradually declining. Slowly, the silver wolf on the wall seemed to have come to life. It slowly turned its head and stared directly at the girl sitting on the ground with its sharp eyes. It walked like an elegant cat, gently, it walked from the wall to the ground. The girl felt the movement, and looked back to see how calm she was. She just looked at the wolf, but the silver wolf made no move.