The scene was from precisely thirty days and two hours ago.
The crushed girl lay on a white cloth stretcher.
The way her two thin, dangling legs looked just like the stalk of a dandelion.
Suddenly, a whistling sound came and then abruptly stopped.
A gust of wind blew and dust scattered.
The dandelion was pressed down by the wind, groaning as it fell over.
The tufts on its top scattered, carried by this manmade gust, taking seeds to an unknown distance.
In an instant, Ren Zhong was hit hard.
He then slowly stood up, letting out a low sigh.
Farewell, nameless girl.
I wish you a next life, going to a world without nightmares.
In these three days, he had countless opportunities to end his life.
But he didn't.
He truly didn't know if it was right or wrong and couldn't judge. In his heart, there was even a faint sense of regret.
But the power of time is best at leaving irreparable regret in one's heart.
