C17 We all want to be alive and well

Bai Kexin had an umbrella in one hand and a wheelchair in the other.

The torrential rain poured down on the black umbrella, bringing up a boundless curtain of rain.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound. It was a pine tree at the entrance of the cemetery that had been cut into two halves. The pine tree stood in the middle of the road and cut into two halves.

There was only a long