And I'm alive, and I don't know what sustains me. I just felt that a voice in the darkness told me that I still had important things to do, and that I could not die, and I was not allowed to die.

I can't count how many beatings I've been beaten, how many times I've been abused. But I am still tenacious, and this depends not only on my mind, but also on my special constitution.

Every time I was beaten, I was scarred, and within the next day, the scars on my body would disappear. Because it was so special, I didn't tell the second person.

I don't remember how many years I was in a desperate situation, and in the eyes of those beggars, I was able to live until now because of my hard life.

On that day, it rained and the wind was blowing. I huddled in a dark alley, letting the rain and sand hit me.

The clothes and sand stuck to my body like kraft candy, and I was soaked. I was very uncomfortable, but I had nowhere else to go.

I'm so cold, really cold. Maybe I really won't survive this time, and if I die, I won't be so uncomfortable when I die. A cold tear slipped through the corner of my eye, and my vision gradually blurred.

Just when I was about to pass out, I vaguely saw a pair of white boots, is this the legendary White Impermanence going to take me to hell? Also, how can someone like me deserve to go to heaven?

"I'll take you away." A cold voice came to my ears, was this talking to me? I desperately opened my eyes and saw the white boots clearly, and I looked up.

It was a man, with a face carved like a ghostly axe - the thrush of the spring mountain, the eyes of the cold river, the nose of the green peak, and the lips of the flying cherry blossoms. The snow is still clear, and the frost is more colorful, which is amazing to the extreme.

The starry eyes reflected the cold air comparable to the top of an iceberg, and there was a rejection and indifference thousands of miles away. The ink hair poured down like a cloud, scattered around the waist, and the temperament was elegant and dusty.

Dressed in a white brocade robe, the snow-white trim embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns and the mutton fat jade hairpin on his head complement each other. There is a long spike of white silk tied around his waist, and a piece of mutton fat and white jade is tied on it, like a fairy on the top of the Nine Heavens Palace.

He was holding a white jade bone umbrella. I stared at him blankly, my eyes met, and he stretched out his hand to me, which was distinctly jointed. Seeing that I hadn't reacted for a long time, he snorted lightly. I reacted and reached out my hand, and I stuck it in the air, and I regretted it, my hand was dirty.

He seemed to see my concerns, he squatted down and picked me up, I stained his clothes, I felt guilty, but the feeling of lying on top of people was really reassuring.

There is a smell of cold plum on his body, cold and clear, and it smells very good. His body was cold, but I felt warm. Before I knew it, I was asleep. Hopefully this is not a dream I fantasize about, and when I wake up, everything will go with the dream.