The street is empty, the tiles of the buildings on both sides reflecting the blue of the sky. Lin Xi pulls her suitcase but doesn't know where to go. The ground is covered with glass shards mixed with ceramic-like bones. The sunlight is filtered into blue, continuously reflecting in the small space, permeating the air and adding some weight.
Lin Xi bends down, carefully picking up a piece of bone from the glass shards. After examining it closely, she happily puts it into the suitcase. The suitcase is filled with bones, some still stained with blood, most of which is Lin Xi's own. While rummaging through the glass shards, she inevitably got cut. Even now, Lin Xi's hand is still bleeding, one drop, two drops, three drops, but when they hit the ground, they do not splatter; they simply spread out slowly, like blooming little flowers, easily merging with the pure-colored world. Lin Xi likes these little flowers, very unique and beautiful, so she always goes to retrieve the bones buried deep in the shards, hoping to make the flowers bloom even more splendidly.
Lin Xi is very afraid of pain, but this blue air always makes one forget the hurt. She often faints and has long lost track of how long she has been walking this path. Lin Xi continues walking until the flowers no longer bloom. She smiles gently, places the suitcase aside, removes her excess clothing, and lies down softly on the glass shards, gazing at the deep blue sky, and closes her eyes.
The flowers are blooming, as if they want to pierce through this pure blue canvas.