The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

In that forgotten corner, a slum in the neighboring country of Bharat lies quietly on the edge of the city like a scar forgotten by time, with no one paying attention to it.

Here is an abyss where despair and poverty are intertwined, and every brick and tile seems to whisper of endless suffering and struggle.

As we got closer, the suffocating stench became stronger, like an invisible wall that separated the outside world from this land.

The air was filled with the smell of corruption, disease and despair. Even the bravest explorers had to slow down and cover their mouths and noses tightly with handkerchiefs to resist the stench that almost penetrated the soul.

Walking into the shantytown, everything in front of you is even more shocking.

The low houses are closely connected with almost no space between them, as if they were specially designed to save every inch of precious land.

However, such a design has aggravated the harsh environment. The narrow alleys are littered with garbage and sewage, and flies and rats roam freely and dominate the place.

In this desolate land, time seems to have lost its meaning, and the changing of the seasons is nothing more than another year of torment for the people here.

When the sun is high in the sky, the scorching sunlight shines through the sparse roofs and bakes the earth hot; when night falls, the biting cold wind cuts through thin clothes like a knife, making it difficult to fall asleep.

In such an environment, the two men sitting in front of their dilapidated hut stood out.

Their clothes were already tattered, covered with patches and stains, as if they were a true reflection of their lives.

Their faces were haggard, and their eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, as if they had been completely abandoned by this world.

Their bodies appeared extremely weak due to long-term malnutrition and disease, their skin was dry and their bones were clearly visible.

What is even more worrying is that the foul odor emanating from their bodies is not only due to not taking a bath for a long time, but also due to the erosion of diseases in their bodies.

Inside their cabin, various medicine bottles and antibiotic packaging can be seen everywhere.

These medicines are their only reliance in this world and their last weapon in the fight against death.

However, even these medicines cannot completely cure their diseases. They can only temporarily relieve the pain and allow them to struggle a little longer in this endless darkness.

"How long... can we hold on?" His voice was hoarse and weak, and his eyes were full of fear and confusion about the future.

The person next to him did not answer, but just lowered his head silently, with a barely perceptible flash of despair in his eyes.

He knew that the answer to this question was not even clear to him. In this hopeless place, every day was a waste of life. They were just waiting, waiting for the destined ending to come.

However, just when they were about to give up, a faint light penetrated the darkness.

They were a group of volunteers from afar who came into this forgotten corner with supplies and care.

They provided medical assistance, food and clothing to the people here, and more importantly, they brought hope and warmth.

In those bloodshot, lusterless eyes, despair devoured the souls of the two people like an abyss.

Their world seemed to be filled with endless darkness and pain, and every day was like wandering in a long purgatory.

In order to survive these difficult times, they had to rely on an almost instinctive will to survive.

Food has become their most scarce and most desired resource. Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight barely penetrates the thick clouds and shines into this dilapidated shantytown, they begin their arduous journey to find food.

Rummaging through trash cans or begging for leftovers from neighbors became their main way of getting food. Although these foods were often spoiled and smelled disgusting, they were rare delicacies for them who were starving.

In addition to food, medicine is also an important pillar for their survival. The bottles filled with antibiotics and various medicines are like their life source, giving them a little strength to fight the disease.

However, these drugs are not always effective and sometimes even bring more serious side effects. But they have no choice but to rely on these drugs to relieve the pain in their bodies and prolong their struggle in this cruel world.

In this process, they became each other's only support.

Whenever it was late at night and everything was quiet, they would sit in front of the cabin, silently looking at the stars and sharing each other's stories and memories.

Although those good times are out of reach, they are like a weak beacon, guiding them forward in the darkness. They encourage and support each other, using each other's warmth to dispel the despair and coldness in their hearts.

However, despair is not so easily overcome.

Sometimes, when illness and hunger strike at the same time, they feel extremely desperate and helpless.

They would shout loudly, but all they got in response were the cold walls and the shrill barking of dogs.

In those darkest moments, they even thought about giving up their lives and ending this endless suffering.

These two people are not really poor people, they are of very high status.

"Why don't we turn ourselves in?"

Wu Ming's voice echoed in the silent air, breaking the long silence between the two.

There were complex emotions flashing in his eyes, including deep despair about the current situation and fear of the uncertainty of the future.

These words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Upon hearing this, Sun Dongliang's body trembled slightly, and his gaze retracted from afar to fall on Wu Ming's exhausted face.

He felt mixed emotions: surprise, understanding, but more of an indescribable struggle.

To him, the word "surrender" means both relief and unknown challenges and possible punishment.

"Surrender..." Sun Dongliang repeated the word in a low and hoarse voice.

He looked up at the gray sky, as if looking for an answer, yet also as if avoiding his inner decision.

Turning oneself in means admitting past mistakes and facing legal sanctions, but it may also end this life of hiding and escaping and give oneself a chance to start over.

However, this decision was not an easy one.

They all knew that once they turned themselves in, there would be no turning back.

All mistakes that have been made, no matter what the reason, will be made public and be judged by society.

They are afraid of losing their freedom, afraid of facing the disappointment of their relatives and friends, and even more afraid of not being able to bear the heavy consequences.

"But...how long can we continue like this?" Wu Ming's voice sounded again, with a hint of trembling and helplessness.