He hung up.
She cried.
"Why no one understands me?"
How f*cking lonely!
I am not afraid of death, but afraid of the loneliness with death.
I slept, and when I woke up, the moon was setting in the west. Outside the window, the wind was moving, casting a mixed shadow. There was no one at home, and I was a little scared inexplicably.
Perhaps, I still need a family, a family.
"But do I have a family? Do I have any relatives?"
After a while, the wet rock came back. He looked at me with a tired face and said, "I broke your nose."
I couldn't control myself anymore and burst into laughter.
Life is so damn interesting!
For the first time, I felt that life was very interesting, giving me the desire to live on.
The face of Sting Rock turned ashen as he asked what he wanted to do.
I said,
