Its tiny body was trembling violently at this moment, and the collapse in its heart was constantly hitting it like a surging tide.
If it could have held on for a few more seconds when it was discovered during the day, would it have been able to go back now?
This thought kept appearing in its mind, and regret and remorse gnawed at its soul like a poisonous snake.
It kept blaming itself, why couldn't it hold on a little longer? Why was it discovered so easily?
So, Karubin, who was extremely depressed, waited for dawn in the morgue with no desire to live.
The dark and damp environment made it feel extremely depressed, but it had no way to deal with it.
It could only lie there quietly, staring blankly ahead, its heart filled with deep frustration, as if nothing in the world was important anymore.
As time goes by slowly.
It was finally getting light outside.
The warm sunlight shines through layers of clouds and onto the earth, as if bringing new hope to the world.
After the hospital door opened, there was a slight "creaking" sound, as if fate had opened an escape door for Karubin.
It then fled from this place where it had suffered so much at the fastest speed, just like a flash of lightning. Its figure flashed in the sunlight, like an elf eager to escape from a nightmare.
It swore that it would never come to the hospital again and would never come out to look for the colorful light balls on its own.
This terrible experience was so painful and infuriating.
Its heart was filled with fear and disgust of the hospital. Those who chased it, those dark and damp corners, and those thrilling moments of escape were all deeply imprinted in its memory.
It just wants to return to its familiar place, live a quiet life, and never want to experience such tragedy and suffering again.
And so, Karubin embarked on his journey home.
Along the way, it walked and stopped, and its steps were slightly heavy.
Every step seems to carry endless fatigue and vicissitudes.
In the end, it was still dozens of kilometers away from the Tokyo Arena.
If it weren't for the special connection between it and Silver Moon, it probably wouldn't know which direction to go.
That mysterious feeling is like a bright light in the darkness, guiding it on the way forward.
The cold wind blew fiercely, scraping across my face like a knife.
The white snow fluttered and fell, covering the earth with a layer of white silver.
On the cold snow-covered street, Karubin's exhausted and hopeless look was heartbreaking.
Its small figure moved slowly in the snow, leaving a trail of shallow footprints.
The footprints seemed to be telling of its difficulty and tragedy.
Gradually, its figure disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only a silent snow scene, making this brand new day a little more desolate.
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