I can't go on like this... I will die...
Wen Ran laughed bitterly in his mind, the sound twisted and hollow. His exhausted body dragged through the snow, each step leaving a jagged trail — a path so obvious that even the blind could track it. Each breath felt like he was inhaling ice itself, sharp and biting, yet somehow... somehow, he felt good.
He felt alive.
As if this brutal struggle — this endless push against death — was the correct way to live.
I'm not ready to die again... Hahaha! Let the world call me crazy... but I'll survive, even if death claims me!
