3 The spirit of the white fox did not know what was wrong with him, whether he was too tired, or if he was too tired physically and mentally.

Or is it because of too many headbumps, or because she has been stimulated by some stimulus, she is always there and thinks about death from time to time,

And always felt like she was living in this world as if she was superfluous, she was just there superfluous,

She was just living there, and it was as if she was not much different from the one who lived from time to time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She just felt there struggling in itself and there it was very difficult, very difficult something,

It's as if even if she struggles to die there, it has no use or meaning.

And is it really going to be like this? She was just there confused, and she was only there to doubt,

It's just that it's not clear there, but I still feel a kind of hardship and difficulty in life there.

And she's still so desperate to hide and escape.

That's a kind of thing that belongs to the road of life that wants to struggle to avoid and escape,

It's a kind of thing that wants to be guarded but is so much that you can't find it and can't find it.

It's just that he seems to be comforting himself there, and maybe everything will slowly get better there.

And in fact, everything doesn't seem to get much better.

Moreover, the white fox's spirit has a strange sense of confusion there, as if life is starting to get worse and worse in it.

And it's the terrible one. She was just confused in it, a kind of confused confusion,

And still hesitating in it, hesitating in general.

It was a wandering and restless heart.

It's just that I'm afraid to bear something in it,

Because when you bear and bear, you will feel a kind of hardship and hardship,

And, she wanted to rush out, she wanted to break through, but she found that she was still so weak and weak.

And she seemed to be there feeling like she was going to die, as if she was going to bang on the door there.

The heart of slamming the door is like going to break my head there, and I want to rush out of the door.

She needs to get out, she wants to get out, to remain locked up in this yard,

continues to be bound in this courtyard, where she almost always has a dying heart,

It was as if she was about to die there.

She was in the breath of being threatened and oppressed to death, and she just felt a sense of threat, a heavy sense of pressure,

And I feel out of breath in the midst of that heavy pressure, and in the midst of that heavy pressure, I feel that it is difficult to relax and let go.

She was just there weeping sadly and sadly, always there to find something that could not be done,

Always there feeling something bad, always feeling powerless and helpless there.

Just there, I had to hit the wooden door with my head, and again and again.

It's as if you have to bump into it like this, you can make yourself a little more sober, and it seems that you can understand something a little more clearly.

It is only the confusion and confusion that I feel in it, and the trouble that belongs to life and life itself is felt in it,

And in the midst of the accumulation of troubles and repressions and difficulties, it is as if in the midst of the coercion and urging as if they were dying there.

It was there struggling as if it were about to die, struggling on the verge of death.

Many, many lonely times, and only one person is there to endure hard,

And in that captivity, she needs to break through, she has to at least break through that door,

There she felt as if she was about to hit her head and bleed.

But even if she hit her head so much, she still couldn't break it, so she was tired there.

Something that felt very prostrable and powerless right there, something that was distant and sad and sad,

It is a sad emotion, and in that sadness, I really feel a person's loneliness,

She felt that no one cared about her, and that no one really valued her.

Although, she will feel so sad and desolate, but this abandoned and ignored reality,

She seemed to be there to get acquainted with.

It's as if she needs to get used to this apathy and a selfish state of being wanted and wanted.

Always wandering in that loneliness and selfishness, in the end, in that there is no desire to hurt each other,

When neither of them is willing to retreat, the relationship between them seems to be on the verge of breaking and dying.

It's just that in it, I feel as if I'm going to die and die there.

It seems that in the powerlessness and weakness of the struggle, I want to find something to guard, and I want to bear something,

But it seems that it will always be so forgotten and sleepy there, a kind of tired and overwhelmed sleepiness,

And there are still some hesitations, some doubts, and some confusion, what kind of right and wrong, right and wrong.

The white fox's spirit was just there, and it seemed that everything was still there, and it seemed that it was still there.

However, if she can't get out of the gate, she is always there to guard the gate.

It also seems pointless and useless.

Now that she knows that no one will pay attention to and care about her, then she should stop deceiving herself and expect that someone will pay attention to and care about her.

She was there trying to learn to respect the facts.

And the truth is, she has to rely on herself, and she can only rely on herself there.

An exit doesn't work there, it just means that she can't go down that path anymore.

She had to find other paths, she had to find other paths.

She's going to look for other ways and means to get out of this yard.

The white fox's spirit was there, hesitating and confused, looking around,

Then she saw rows of stones on the edge of a wall.

It's the stones that are piled up there, and they're piled up very high.

If the white fox's spirit climbed onto the pile of stones, then stood up and jumped over the wall......

The white fox's spirit was just thinking there, maybe there were still some possibilities.

As soon as this thought moved, the white fox's spirit quickly flew over.

"Rubbing" a few times, the white fox's spirit has already climbed onto the stone,

But when she stood on the stone with her back, she seemed to be a little unstable,

And her front legs were just lying there on the wall, seemingly some distance from the top of the wall.

She couldn't jump over it, and the rocks under her feet seemed to be loose and unstable.

Just when the white fox's chant was very confused and hesitant, she saw a big tree beside her,

It's not particularly far away from herself, as if a new hope is not very far away from her.