Author: Xi Juan
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Publish Date: 2001-07-01
Features: The wax tears have dripped dry, leaving the last light devoid of color. The originally not-so-warm room becomes even colder. It's already the second half of February, when the warmth of spring should arrive on the earth, yet the harsh snow has seized the mountain peaks, preventing spring from settling in. On such a desolate and frigid night, it mercilessly urges the frail body lying in bed, gradually showing signs of life fading. Even the warmest silk quilt cannot warm the chilling ice that has seeped from the heart and summoned the soul. She is dying. She knows it. For years, she has endured this weak and tortured body, and death has seemed like a liberation to her. How long has it been? Ten years, maybe? Living on in this state of struggle, she no longer has the strength to endure another ten years. She cannot defeat death, yet unexpectedly, she has lived longer than her mother. She is grateful that the heavens have arranged everything this way. Her mother died, ending her tragic and cruel life; and now, she too will die without a cure, letting the poison from her wound spread throughout her body. Soon, she will be gone.
You must pity me
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