close your eyes and feel that the whole person is like willow catkins floating in the wind. Look at her in bed again. She will be safe. She has no regrets. In her twenty-five years of black life, there is a touch of color, enough.

"sensitive, sensitive..." The noise is in my ear, Minzhi? what do you mean.

open your eyes, who can tell him what's the matter? Isn't he dead? Who is the woman crying in front of her? Who is the sensitive one in her mouth?

surprise. The woman's eyes are full of surprises. "Minzhi, it's so good that you wake up. It's so good that she knows...