192 Another Crisis 5yr

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio

The setting sun, withered vines, old tree, evening crows, and a heartbroken man at the horizon.
"I heard that you were caught by that white haired guy?" a crow asked quietly, standing above the old tree in the backyard.
"Yeah." The tree’s branches trembled as if it was reminded of a nightmare. It asked in a hoarse voice, "And you?"
"I was caught too." The crow was heartbroken.
"Me too." The withered vine asked in a low voice, "How many times for you?"
"Twice. You?"
The withered vine was quiet for a while before replying, "Three times."
The crow looked at the withered vine pitifully and raised its wing to pat the vine. "Don’t be sad. I heard someone was caught four times." The old tree burst into tears, and the crow was shocked. "Bro, what’s the matter?"
"The guy who was caught four times was me."
"That’s sad." The crow shed tears of sympathy.
The withered vine nodded too. "Yeah, really sad."
"Don't worry, it’s all over." The three fellow victims huddled together in the cold,