Annan lay down all day, his brows locked and unwilling to let go. Her forehead was also sweating finely, and I wiped her with a towel over and over again.

My mother asked me to stay by her side. I know, she's dreaming.

When I got a call from my mother, I was practicing dance.

A new dance move came to my mind, and in order to express it, I threw the water sleeve forward over and over again, and it rushed up like an eagle, and when it reached midair, it plummeted, never throwing as much as I wanted.

I feel tired. I felt like I wasn't in shape. This happens very rarely, and they usually happen along with other things.

I first thought of Annan, and I wondered what would happen to her, who would happen. At this moment, I don't have the heart to practice dancing again. Lying on the ground, I looked at the light on the ceiling. It wasn't opened, but it still shimmered, trying to illuminate something. I felt my body sink a lot. This is a big taboo for dancers, and it is a dead end. I was so tired that I couldn't even move a few fingers. I touched my forehead with my hand, it was clearly icy and sweating.

I wondered if I had any problems, but getting sick was very rare for me, and dancing gave me the defensive strength to fight against the outside world from a young age. I forced myself to straighten up and walked to the corner bag and pulled out my phone. The time points to 2:10 p.m., no reminders, no movement.

I clicked on the chat interface with Annan and didn't send me any message.

I put my phone down and sat down in the corner. I decided not to think about anything, but after a few minutes I continued to practice.

The sleeves I had taken off were shrunk like a shriveled snake, and the cuffs were facing me, a deep dark hole. Its chin was raised high, and its eyes were staring at me.

I looked in the mirror next to me again. The whole wall was covered, but I only occupied such a small corner, which seemed cowardly and humble. My eyes were blank, and I saw myself in the mirror with many illusory images. They are all my doppelgangers, secondary egos who could take the lead at any moment.

The mirror is clear, and the space inside is more believable than the real world next to it. I've never really observed this dance studio, and every time I come, I dance on my own. It's very regular, with roughly the same edges and corners. The mirror is lined with the same seating area. The difference was that on the wall opposite me, there was a large sun-facing window, now covered by a curtain that had been drawn up.

I want to have my own space. Every time, I pick a time when no one is coming, and I leave when others come. Over time, everyone became familiar with my habits and automatically avoided time conflicts, but there were still men and women who wanted to watch me dance.

The dance studio of Nuoda only put one person, which seemed to be much empty.

The next second, I received a notification from my mother. Before I could hang up the phone, I rushed to Annan's dormitory.

She didn't answer my call, and waited for a long time before she saw a soulless shell coming over. I hugged her, and she came to her senses. The quieter she was, the more worried I became. On the way home, she didn't say a word, and her eyes full of pain never looked at me. I could only hold her and use all my strength to protect her from disappearing.

In this family, there was a serious illness, and everyone collapsed. First the lying father, who closed his eyes and decided never to open them again. And then there is the mother, who lost three souls and lost seven souls. And then there was Annan, who was lying in front of me, stubbornly reluctant to wake up. I haven't relented, no one is prepared for death.

While guarding Annan, I was thinking about the weirdness and bizarre nature of the whole thing. My father's health has always been very good, how could he suddenly die violently? Where did Big Brother go? When he returned home, he was the only one to be seen.

Finally waited for Annan to wake up. She vomited a puddle of gastric juice, and I think she had come to terms with the fact that her father was dead.