The girl felt tired, very tired and tired. She was too tired to move.

The girl shrunk down and immersed herself in the water. The water swept over the girl's jaw and swayed with the waves, touching the girl's bitten red lower lip from time to time.

After a long time, the hot water in the bathtub has begun to cool slowly.

But the girl did not want to get up, and she buried herself in the water motionless. Until the temperature of the water is already lower than the girl's own temperature. The girl reluctantly opened her eyes.

But the girl still didn't move, and the girl couldn't help but shiver when she waited.

Then he took a deep breath as he looked up, paused for a few seconds, held his breath, and then lowered his head and exhaled heavily.

The girl glanced at the mess all around, and finally slowly got up and stepped out of the bathtub by holding on to the edges of the two walls of the bathtub.

Pick up the wide nightdress on the clothes rack and put it on, wipe your hair with a towel, drain the water in the bathtub, and use the towel to wipe the water on the floor dry to restore its original calm appearance.

When the girl does this series of movements, she is extremely slow. It's like an old lady who can't make a candle and is old.

After the girl finished tidying up, she looked at it carefully again, and made sure that she couldn't see that it had just been damaged, and then walked out of the bathroom with confidence.

The girl opened the bathroom door, but it was pitch black outside.

Before the girl could turn off the bathroom light, orange light shone from behind the girl.

The girl faced the darkness with her back to the light, and she seemed to stand on the dividing line between the two.

The light coming from the bathroom contrasted sharply with the darkness around them.

The girl looked at the elongated shadow on the floor.

The girl suddenly felt as if she had walked an empty step, and there was a sense of weightlessness that kept falling.

At this time, the washing machine abruptly stopped its working sound. The girl snapped and turned off the bathroom light.

At this moment, the whole room was plunged into darkness.

The girl groped for her room in the dark.

The girl walked slowly, and she moved her steps step by step.

It was only a few steps away, but the girl walked out of the posture of not being able to walk on the thorns and not being able to walk at the end.

But the girl finally touched the doorknob and arrived at her room.

The girl opened the door and entered, locking it as usual.

The girl entered the house, did not turn on the light, and leaned against the door frame.

It was quiet, so quiet that the girl could clearly hear her own gentle breathing.

The two curtains did not fit together, leaving a slit through which the moonlight leaked in.

The girl stared blankly at the bright moonlight, unable to remember what she was going to do. The mind is completely empty.

At this time, the girl has the illusion of being cut off from the whole world, the girl feels that she is no longer herself, she has become a breath of air, a speck of dust, a bacterium.

The girl feels like a medium of whatever kind of thing and without any weight.

The girl was in a trance, and she felt very light and light, as if she had no weight at all.

The girl remained in this state for a long time, until she felt an itch on her cheeks, and something was left straight from the girl's face.

The girl raised her hand and wiped it, it turned out to be her own sweat. The girl was surprised to find that she was sweating profusely, and her whole body was exuding unbearable heat.

This real feeling pulls the girl back to reality from her nihilistic fantasy.

The girl turned on the light in the room and turned on the switch of the electric fan, and the wind was blowing.

The girl sat down on the bed. She heard the rustling sound and turned her head to see the pastries on the bed.

It must have been brought to the girl's room by her mother.

The girl shook her head and picked up the plastic bag containing the pastry, and a note fell.

"Nannan, eat a little, the way you look now, my mother is distressed."

The girl's hand holding the note trembled slightly, and when she looked at the words on the note, a sour feeling welled up in her heart.

The girl felt something plug her throat and plug her nose.

The girl's eyes were red, but not a single tear remained. She couldn't make a sound, and the girl's lips trembled uncontrollably.

The girl's heart was beating violently, and the girl's whole body was twitching slightly.

The girl couldn't describe her mood at the moment, and she felt her heart hurt, as if someone had beaten her with a whip.

At this moment, the girl felt an invisible hand tugging at her, and that hand was warm, as if trying to pull her somewhere.

The girl didn't understand what it was like, so she had to calm herself down as quickly as possible.

The girl put the note in the plastic bag, thought for a moment, and took out a piece of pastry from it and put it into her mouth.

But the girl was about to bite into the pastry, but suddenly stopped moving.

The girl seemed to have thought of something, frowned, froze, did not move, her eyes were dim, and she lost her look.

The girl kept this action for a long time, and the girl was fighting against herself.

But in the end, she put the pastry back in the plastic bag.

The girl looked at the pastries and moved her body backwards until she leaned against the back of the bed.

There is no way back.