My sister's skin is becoming more and more delicate.

Even I can't touch her casually, fearing that the warmth of my hands will melt her.

My sister lies in bed, every movement causing her pain all over her body.

I stand by the bed, tears streaming down my face, watching my sister suffer. I am even more miserable than her.

"Sister, what can I do for you now?"

My sister smiles, her lips curling up. "You just need to find sweeter and more fragrant flowers for me."

To ensure that my sister can have the freshest honey to apply to her skin every day, I squat under the beehive every day.

Although my sister feels sorry for the bee stings on my body, she encourages me to continue my efforts every time she sees the honey I bring back.

Honey is easy to find, but where can I find even sweeter and more fragrant flowers?

I thought of the western mountain in the village.

The sweetest and most fragrant flowers in the village are on the western mountain.

I heard from the villagers that in the past, a beauty descended on this hill, bringing countless beautiful flowers.

Since then, the western mountain has been blooming with flowers every year.

To fulfill my sister's wish,

I sneaked up to the western mountain to pick the most beautiful flowers for my sister.

There are very few people on the western mountain.

Taking advantage of the setting sun, I sneaked up to the western mountain.

The evening sun cast a golden-red light on the flowers, creating a bizarre and beautiful scene.

"It's so beautiful," I couldn't help but sigh.

The flowers seemed to hear my praise and couldn't stop swaying.

"Yes, it's really beautiful,"

A strange voice came from behind me, and I turned my head in alarm to look.

A tall and thin figure caught my eye.

A man I had never seen before.

"Hello,"

The man squinted and smiled at me. "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

As he spoke, he took a step closer to me.

The hands, many times larger than mine, reached out towards me. They were completely different from the plump hands of the village chief.

But I was still extremely frightened.

The shaman said that men were dirty.

In that instant when the big hand touched me, I turned and ran.

I heard the man behind me calling me, but I ran with my head down, ignoring what he was saying.

Splash!

The moist ground under my feet suddenly gave way, and before I could scream, my body quickly plummeted downwards.

I realized that I had fallen into a trap set by the villagers.

There are countless traps with animal traps underneath. If I fall, I will die!

Reflexively, I shouted, "Help!"

But deep down, I knew that very few people come to this place, and I would most likely die here.

But suddenly, my hand was gripped tightly, and my body hung in the air.

I opened my eyes and saw the man, backlit, saying to me, "Don't be afraid, I've got you."