Prologue I like the color white. When I was young, I saw something white and beautiful. I must have been around ten years old. One day, when snow was falling heavily, I foolishly wandered outside, deceived by some crazy person who lived in the neighborhood. I almost got caught in an avalanche. At that time, a white person saved me from...
Prologue I like the color white. When I was young, I saw something white and beautiful. I must have been around ten years old. One day, when snow was falling heavily, I foolishly wandered outside, deceived by some crazy person who lived in the neighborhood. I almost got caught in an avalanche. At that time, a white person saved me from being buried in the snow. They had white clothes, white skin, and hair as white as the snowstorm that seemed to cover the world. It was the day I realized that a person made of mere bones and flesh is not just a being living on the ground. It was also the day I clearly understood what a martial artist close to my grandfather was like. Though the content of my monologue seems strange, let’s blame it on my insufficient vocabulary for not being able to fully ex
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