Dust Swirls

Li Luo stood in the dust-filled warehouse, feeling as though a stifling breath was trapped in her chest no matter how it churned. The drifting dust kept her from taking deep breaths, and suppressing that feeling left her somewhat suffocated.

The Small Notebook in her hands was not particularly heavy, yet it felt weighty, as if she were holding a precious antique and had no idea how to handle it.

She raised it toward the shelf, intending to put it there, but then felt that was inappropriate. Slowly withdrawing it, she patted the cover, found a small pouch, and carefully tucked it into her bag.

Clearly, the events in the book had nothing to do with her, yet she still felt a deep resonance.

Everyone who left home carried a similar longing. Although Li Luo no longer had a home, she still missed every flower and blade of grass in Dawn City.

Dawn City truly was beautiful, like a flower blooming above the Abyss.

Li Luo's childhood had not been happy, but Dawn City had still healed much of it.

Bustling cities and noisy crowds could make people forget many pains. People only thought of sad things when they were lonely, which was why so many people burdened by suffering enjoyed the glittering nightlife.

The Abyss was lonely. Walking a lonely road, it was inevitable that sadness would rise in one's heart.

The author of that journal had already done very well.

"At least he was happy in the end, staying with his family..."

After thinking it over, Li Luo realized that she seemed far more miserable than the journal's author. There was no need for her to grieve over others.

Once she thought that way, the stifling feeling in her chest faded considerably.

The dust in this warehouse was