Shen You'an collapsed to the ground. Through her blurred vision, she saw someone running toward her from across the road.
The usually quiet road suddenly became crowded with vehicles for some unknown reason, roaring past and carrying the wind and snow far away.
The man dashed through the traffic recklessly, drawing furious curses from the drivers.
The last thing in Shen You'an's vision was the moon in the sky.
It was big and round, reminding her of the last Mid-Autumn Festival she spent with her father when she was five years old. She had leaned against his knee, listening to him tell the story of Chang'e flying to the moon.
The warmth in her body was slowly draining away, and her consciousness was becoming increasingly fleeting, her life flashing past her eyes like a film reel.
Finally, it's over—freedom.
In the instant she sank into eternal darkness, someone roared in her ear.
So even strangers could feel sadness for her?
