The person in the red skirt shuddered violently, breathing rapidly.
He opened his mouth, saliva forming strings, then clamped it shut and swallowed hard.
The person in the red skirt looked at Li Yang with a gaze full of grievance and pleading:
"You, you won't trick me, right?"
The person in the red skirt was afraid, afraid that once he turned around, he would see nothing.
Simply inviting a wave of sadness.
The feeling of weightlessness from Heaven to Hell, he feared it.
The person in the red skirt slowly turned around, his eyes gradually misting over, warm tears sliding down.
In the blur, he saw it.
The woman who haunted his dreams, and the little girl frozen in the photo, smiling brightly.
They stood in the light.
The person in the red skirt opened his mouth wide, breathing in big gulps.
He seemed like a fish about to die of thirst, making 'ah, ah' sounds.
The person in the red skirt walked toward the two figures, accidentally falling heavily to the ground.
