C258 Mo Li Leaving

Everything, more and more distant, the world is changing color, my tears torrential rain.

Gently, a quilt covered me.

I don't want to see it. Don't come near me, demon, tyrant.

"God."

It was a soft sound, but I didn't want to open my eyes anymore. So it was you, Mo Li, I saw the fried prawns, but I didn't know that you were still inside. You must have seen it, heard it, understood it