我做了一个意难平的梦｜记录｜改编短篇小说｜中英双语｜多结局(4)

When he returned, he was wrapped in two pieces of gauze-like fabric, the blood had not soaked through and these two scraps of clothing were still snow white.
The coward was not afraid, for these were the pieces of him. Although he was gone, they seemed as if they still had a residual warmth left.

It was impossible that anyone could have figured that out. Where could there be residual warmth when even the blood had drained to the point that the white fabric was unstained.
Barren fields witnessed, dilapidated trails and houses on sides knew that there was a man running around holding something snow-white. The tearstains on this man's face looked like birthmarks, the legs occasionally twitched, but the hands always stayed steady in the hug.