He had lived for over two decades, and only on this day did he learn that there could be a sentence in this world, just a few words, that would be enough to cut one up inside.


    Scared stiff, he thought to himself in fear, Was this written for me?


    He was like someone who had nearly frozen to death in a land of winter, and right when he was on the verge of giving up hope, he suddenly saw a spot of light. It didn’t matter if it was a mirage, or a fireless glow; both were similar to grabbing onto a final life-saving strand of spider silk.