Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

On the muddy and slippery road, drops of rain fell, splashing muddy water, and the air was filled with the smell of earth.

A man was walking on such a road, leaning on an umbrella that could no longer be opened, walking alone, with heavy fog ahead and unable to see the situation clearly.

Wait a little longer, the sun will come out soon, he encouraged himself, thinking that when the sun dispels the fog, he must look carefully, look more, and look farther.

I don't know how long it took, the rain water flowed down his legs in his pants. Let it flow, he thought, it should quickly wash away the mud and sand on his calves, and it would be best if it could also take away the sand in his shoes that was rubbing his feet.

He no longer felt pain, his senses had become numb. Perhaps his feet had turned white from being soaked, perhaps he had also turned white and swollen a long time ago, perhaps he was living only to die, he didn't know, he was clear about nothing.

He was going to forget what he wanted to do before. He was going to become a walking corpse. It was fine, he didn't want to have his own thoughts, not even the slightest idea.

Just stay numb, just be a walking corpse, and you won’t feel any pain.

At this moment, the whole environment seemed to be brighter, and his chaotic mind also became clear. Is the sun about to come out?

It doesn't mean it won't rain every time the sun comes out. There are often sun showers. The raindrops are like curtains, making it difficult to see clearly. The rain also reflects the sunlight, which stings people's eyes.

Will the rain stop this time? Will there be a rainbow? He looked forward with expectation. He saw the clouds spreading to both sides. There must be a rainbow. The rainbow will slow down the rain.

The rain seemed to have lightened a little, was it an illusion? He tried hard to look at the fog ahead, which was fading. He could feel his heart beating fast, and he had to look farther and more clearly.

Finally, the clouds and fog dispersed, and the sun shone on the earth. He tried to open his eyes wide and look forward. It was still the same road, with many forks. It was pitch black, and he couldn't see clearly some of the distances.

Unfortunately, the rain did not stop this time. If the rain did not stop, the fog would rise quickly. He strode forward. He had seen this situation countless times. He wanted to see something else. Something else.

Walking was too slow, so he wanted to run. He felt the wind and started running.

The rain flowed down his hair and into his eyes. He could not see clearly, but he still had one eye, so he could see with it. But soon, he could not see clearly with both eyes, and he felt a lot of pain.

Unable to see clearly, he tried to wipe away the water. He used his sleeve to wipe it, but his sleeve was also wet. He still could not open his eyes.

Finally, he fell down. Falling on the soft and slippery mud was not as painful as he had imagined. On the contrary, after falling, he did not feel as tired as before.

A feeling of despair welled up in his heart. He didn't want to wipe it away. He just thought of it as tears. It would be fine once they dried.

It’s so nice to be on the ground. I don’t feel so tired because I don’t have to walk, and I don’t feel so stressed because I don’t have to expect the sun.

Let it be, let it be, just lie down like this and wait for death quietly. Maybe he will sink into the earth and sleep peacefully like this. It's good and I'm not tired anymore.

What's going on? Why does he feel so depressed? Is it because he is unwilling to give up? Yes, he is not willing to give up at all. He wants to walk a little further. Maybe if he walks a little further, it will stop raining.

He sat up, bent down, wrung out the corner of his clothes and wiped his eyes. He was able to open his eyes and see something: endless fog and muddy water splashed on his face. It was a little cold. He was so cold. Why was he so cold?

Is it snowing? Yes, it is snowing. He has no clothes to wear. Give him a pair of shoes. His feet will freeze off. Give him a pair of shoes.

In the boundless fog, the rain still kept falling. A person was lying on the ground for a long time, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

Suddenly his feet moved. Was he awakened by the fall?

He felt his heart beating again, and he thought that he was born unwilling to give in, and as long as his heart kept beating, he would never compromise.

He got up and walked forward with his tattered umbrella, continuing to look forward to the sun, the rain stopping, and the rainbow.

I don’t know how long I walked, maybe day after day, or maybe year after year. There was no fork in the road anymore, just one road. It was pitch black in front, and maybe he would fall down somewhere on this road.

Keep going. People always demand a result. Even if it is a dead end, there is no other way. This is the only way.

His steps became slower and slower, and he fell down, but he was unwilling to give up. He wanted to see what was ahead. He couldn't keep walking on this road, so he used his hands and feet to crawl up.

He put the tattered umbrella on his back and slid down. He put the umbrella in his trousers, but the exposed ribs scratched his legs. He then bit the umbrella in his mouth and crawled forward like a miserable dog.

But so what? He is still crawling forward towards his goal. He wants to see what he is obsessed with.

There was a fog just ahead of him. Was he there yet? He seemed to see the light. He was so overjoyed that he wanted to stand up and walk forward in a dignified manner.

There was not much difference between being in the fog and being outside, except that visibility was lower, but as we got closer to the light, the fog seemed to slowly fade away.

Leaning on a crutch, he straightened up with difficulty and walked forward. He approached the light. Was the light what he longed for in his heart?

What is behind the fog? It's light.

What is inside the light? It’s a cliff, a bottomless cliff.

He fell in the light, on the edge of a steep cliff, and his sorrow suddenly echoed throughout the empty sky and earth. His sadness and despair were so great that the clouds gradually lowered and the rain became heavier.

He opened his mouth wide, as if smiling, and looked up at the sky with a wrinkled and dirty face, waiting for the rain to hit his face hard, preferably enough to smash him into the ground.

Why should I be sad? Was this the ending that was expected long ago?

I don't know when he calmed down. He let the rain wash away the mud on his clothes. He reached out to tidy up his hair. Finally, he leaned on his broken umbrella and stood on the edge of the cliff with his head held high.

He has been in the mud all his life, and in the end this is what he pursued. Isn't it ridiculous?

Laugh, laugh. He was confused in the first step, lost in the middle, and then he struggled. Now is his last step and he has to leave with dignity.

He no longer thought about anything, and for the first time a smile appeared on his face, a peaceful smile. He had finally waited for the day when he could smile.

Just as he took that step, he saw a gray cloud slowly rising from the edge of the cliff.

This cloud was not as gloomy as the clouds in the rainy sky. Its gray color looked like the dirt that came out of those dark clouds.

The rain hit it, first washing away the gray layer, and then trying to disperse the white cloud.

He leaned on his umbrella and looked indifferently, watching the out-of-place white cloud become thinner.

Suddenly the whole world became dark and there was a violent feeling of falling. Qingyun was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. She hugged the quilt and opened her eyes to look up at the ceiling.

She was having a nightmare.