Season Series Winter

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! It's winter again. The snow fell in an almost stingy manner. I moved into a new home and tried to escape the past. At the entrance of the alley, a girl appeared out of thin air. There was a blue penetrating wound on her right arm. There was no blood, only the afterimage of the fact that she was "hit by an arrow." She said that she had no past, no future, and no possessions, and only the living body was left. I said: Then you stay. Later I found out——