She sat up, picked up the stone on one side, and made a hard scratch on the wall, and counted like this, thirty-five days, more than a month, and maybe more, and when she came, she had forgotten, she had even forgotten how old she was, what she did, where she lived, what she liked, what she hated, and what she had forgotten.

And she shook her head, there was an illusion that those days before were her dreams, branding shemales, computers, instant noodles, and electric lights were only in a fictional story.

And now her life is normal, awake.

She lay down again, a little listless, and there were days when she would have such negative thoughts.

It's really tiring to live alone.

If one lives, one goes crazy.

She feels that her psychology has a perverted idea, whether she should jump directly into the river, whether she should hit the tree directly, or starve to death without eating, such endless days, she is alone, plus a rabbit, every day is to eat and sleep, sleep and eat, such a way of living, it is really boring.

The rabbit rubbed her leg, she got up lazily, took a cake and parted it in the middle, and threw a piece of it to the bottom, and in a few moments the little rabbit had already eaten it herself, and she herself had just eaten another piece, and it tasted good, and this was the only place where she felt some comfort.

There are also things that can be eaten, and can be saved, and there is no need to starve.

I won't become Tarzan of the Apes, she suddenly covered her face, I really can't imagine that one day, she will become a female version of Tarzan, in the middle of the tree, screaming, and then pulling a tree vine, jumping around like a monkey. And the whole body is covered with hair.

Oh my God, let her die.

Anyway, she will never be a female version of Tarzan of the Apes, absolutely not.

And now when the question is asked, she sighed again and sat up, the white rabbit seemed to understand her loss at this time, it was originally timid and afraid, but now it was also twisting and twisting, lying at her feet, just staring at her with a pair of red eyes.

"Thank you," she stretched out her hand, thinking about stroking the fur on the white rabbit's body, but she was afraid of scaring the timid rabbit, so she put her hand under her head again, and began to be a little thoughtful.

The more time passed, the more confused she seemed about her future.

Tell her what will happen tomorrow, tell her, can she still get out, tell her, will she just die of old age here, and then there will not even be a person to collect the body.

"Alas......" she sighed again, and suddenly felt some hairy feeling on her face, she turned over, stretched out her hand and put her hand on the little head of the little white rabbit, the little white rabbit's body seemed to be around, but it did not run.

"Little one, you have a lot of courage," she nodded the ears of the white rabbit, and then took a stick of firewood and threw it into the fire, she didn't want to move today, anyway, there was still some food in stock, and she would eat it when she was hungry.

The whirring wind can still be heard outside, the wind has been getting stronger and stronger in the past few days, and the leaves and branches on the ground that have been blown down have also increased, so she has doubled the number of things she has picked up recently, but because of this, she is starting to get annoyed.