...What''s going on, it''s weird.


    Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes, trying to catch the jumbled and buzzing thoughts in her mind; when she closed her eyes lightly, something slid down her cheeks.


    She raised her hand and wiped the wet and cool tears from her face.


    No wonder it is hard for her to think rationally now; after all, not long ago, as a twelve-year-old child, she had just experienced a life-changing violence, upheaval, and bereavement-even if it was called a "tragedy", it would have been difficult. Too superficial and simple.


    At the same time, she still retains her identity as a bystander and "Lin Sanjiu"; two distances, two perspectives, and two answers are entangled and twisted in her mind, forming a dizzying kaleidoscope .


    What''s more, she still has too many questions.