"Come..."
"Come with me..."
The river was constantly calling out to Lyla, seducing her to the deepest parts of the river one step at a time.
Lyla had lost her mind. She felt unending turmoil. Perhaps only death could bring her peace and harmony. Rather than living in pain, it was better to die happily. She continued walking toward the deep part of the river. The river was getting more and more turbulent. If Lyla went further, her weak body would definitely be washed away by the river, and all that awaited her was death.
This helpless woman had chosen the most helpless ending.
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