A person will die in his lifetime
All things in the world will eventually become empty
He gradually calmed down and lived like this. Even if you complained about this and that, cursed fate and cursed God, but at all times, you still have to let go
From dust, back to dust
He watched his blood seep into the gaps of the tiled floor, and his heart was quiet, thoughtless, and thoughtless, just fascinated by how the blood gushed out of the wound, flowed out along his fingers, slowly flowing down his chest, arms, and spine. He focused on every stream, quietly watching how they left his body and formed a contract with the cold external world.
In the end, his body will also become cold, become a part of that world
He has been committed to rejection throughout his life, but after his death, he will eventually go back like a baby to return to his mother's uterus
No matter how far he has gone, no matter whether he is obedient or rebellious to the end, he will definitely embark on the final journey of return, just like everyone else, to the same place
No one can do anything about this
********************
It feels very uncomfortable to die. When he moves a little, his neck hurts so much that he can't help but wonder: Did the man deliberately refuse to identify the part, just to suffer more before he dies, and he is not afraid of death, but the pain makes people tremble all over, and they can't die. It feels really bad.
Time seemed to have been extended thousands of times, my mind gradually became dizzy, my body was very cold, and my surroundings were quiet enough
He was dying, but no one paid attention to the world still running in an orderly manner. The disappearance of a life is not more important than a leaf falling from a tree. Perhaps all he cares about is that he needs to bring an umbrella when it rains heavily. Kiyoto Sanada, who locked himself up here, is probably devoted to how to comfort his little lover.
A person can be so lonely that even he finds it funny. I wonder if the first person to find his body would be a fly? I suddenly remembered an old English song I often heard:
Everyne Says I Lve Yu
The great big msquit and the bee sting t
The fly when he gets stuck n the fly paper t says I Lve Yu……
(Everyone says I love you
Including mosquitoes and bees
Fly nailed on fly-trap paper
Also said I love you...)
He felt absurd and slowly closed his eyes. He heard that it was still raining outside the window. The sound of the rain was floating and gentle, like the quiet and pleasant music of the classical era.
The consciousness is a little blurred. He thought he should have escaped from this messy world and was on the way to another world.
That's good
Although I don't know what's waiting for him, it's better than here
He doesn't belong here
He shouldn't be here
He's not here
The dungeon that trapped him disappeared, the pale and cold tiles cracked one by one, the thick and solid walls collapsed like building blocks, raising large pieces of dust
The smell of dust is dry and warm, no longer the damp and stale smell of mold in the basement bathroom. He stands in the ruins, healthy and complete
The sound of rain has disappeared, and some kind of music that makes people's souls continue, the sun shining on him, dyeing the road ahead of him golden
Youth and vitality seem to be back to him, he is still at the starting point, everything still has infinite possibilities
He started running
Large tracts of sunflowers quickly retreated with his running pace, turning into colorful lights and shadows. Flowers burning like flames, those lively green leaves, flashed rapidly from his eyes, and the beautiful charm that appeared in that moment, was imprinted to the depths of his heart.
The whole body was filled with an indescribable ecstasy, running in the sun, shouting in the wind
Is he chasing beauty, or is beauty chasing him?
The past years are like falling leaves being trampled by him at the end of the years, with peace and beauty that he cannot find everywhere
The fragrance of flowers is drifting with the wind, so rich and strong, like the fragrance of mothers who came from childhood
In midsummer evening, after bathing, my mother would take him to the balcony to enjoy the cool air, watching the setting sun gradually set, and humming an unknown song absent-mindedly:
They say time can heal everything,
They say you can always forget everything;
But the smiles and tears over the years
It still makes me feel heartbroken like a knife...
The wind at dusk is always very gentle, and the mother's smile is mysterious and erratic, with a hint of self-deprecating the world. Her hair is very fragrant, better than all the flowers in the world.
He still remembered his mother's appearance at that time, and half of her face was bathed in the light yellow light of the setting sun, looking particularly soft and beautiful
That's his favorite look
Later he used a photo of similar angles to embed it on her tombstone
I just hope she loves me
After decades, he saw the fourteen-year-old boy standing in front of the tombstone again, holding a bunch of pale daisies in his hand.
I just hope she stays
Stay, don't leave me
The daisy trembled in the wind, his voice as weak as a moan
The man's hand fell on his shoulder, stable and dry, and it was a relief: You know, she won't blame you
Yes, she won't blame me for not drawing well. She never calls me stupid. I cut off her most cherished work. Although she was angry, she still didn't beat me even this time... I think she won't blame me for whatever I did wrong, no matter how angry she was, she will always forgive me in the end.
He stared blankly at the photo on the tombstone and couldn't help crying: There will never be anyone like her, and there will never be someone like her, and he will not be willing to tolerate me unconditionally %
The man was silent, and forced his body to face his eyes: I said she wouldn't blame you because she understood that you did this out of love
He was a little confused and said in a daze: I don't understand what you mean...
The man looked at him, his gray-blue eyes were calm and calm, and he had a magic power to see through people's hearts: No, from beginning to end, what you want to kill is not Jack, but your mother
He was shocked and immediately refuted, scolding the man for talking nonsense, but was blocked by something and couldn't make a sound for a moment
Kill a Jack, your mother will have other lovers. Only by killing her will she not stay with you forever. No more leaving is your real purpose.
... The white daisy fell, and he shivered all over, barely resisting the urge to rush over and strangle the man to death
The man looked at him with a little more understanding and compassion: You are not wrong. You just love her too much. Only when we truly love things, can we think of treasure them forever, right?
He must have looked very stupid when he saw that man, so the man showed his patience to explain the theory of relativity to the child: Only the most beautiful flower can we be reluctant to let it bloom on the branches, and will pick it off at the moment when it blooms most brightly, entrust it in a golden bottle, or put it in a book, and always maintain that breathtaking beauty.
Only the most beautiful butterfly can we make it into specimens and keep it all the time
The man stroked the photo on the tombstone, his eyes were a little erratic: If it weren't for deep love, how could it be done?
Now that she is dead, she will not be stolen by anyone again. She will always be so beautiful. Her life will be frozen in the most abundant and intense moments, and there will be no aging and grief again...
But she died, and she would never smile at me again...
Ah, Ah Nin, death is not the end of everything, it is just a walk out of time
But……
The man turned around, looked at his eyes, and said seriously: So she will definitely forgive you because she knows that you love her so much
The wind blew on her body, and it was a little cold. The daisy was blown up by the wind, and it swirled and drifted to the distance.
********************
Actually, this is not the case
He missed his mother's singing, missed his mother's fragrance, missed her look at him in the sunset, and missed the warmth of her palm when she stroked herself...
Even if there are ten or eight men around her, it doesn't matter
As long as she is still alive
Alive, smile at him
Instead of inlaid so-called eternal beauty on the cold tombstone
Now I know that you are lying to me. He blew coldly on the blade, watching the sharp blade covered with a layer of water vapor, and quickly disappeared.
You approached me just to take revenge just because my mother was the only puppet you can't keep in the box, so you want to keep me in...
He turned around and looked at the man who was already thin and not as thin as a human figure, with a cold smile: Unfortunately, I will not let anyone dominate my life in this life, and I will not live in that box as you wish.
The man looked at him indifferently, looking at him from above, as if he was still naked: Aren, you have grown up, but you are still so charming, just a temper, far less cute and obedient than before... What did you say at that time? Haha, I am your father, teacher, brother, the only lover and the only companion...
He was able to treat these provocations indifferently, and he was cold inside and did not feel dusty: It was Ah, I was very stupid at that time. After all, it was a child who could make you proud if he deceived a child. I would not stop him. Anyway, you can only maintain your vanity by relying on memories. It's so pitiful.
He smiled and looked at the man in a daze: You said that death can achieve eternity, and only the ultimate love can think of treasure forever. Then I killed you and put you in the box. Are you grateful to me? Because I love you so much
The man couldn't speak, and watched the knife stab into his abdomen until the man's body was twisted violently due to the pain, like the blood of a fish on an iron frame, dyeing his pale hands red, the man stared at him, suddenly smiled, and whispered: Aren, my little Aren, do you think you didn't live in the box?
His heart was beating wildly, and then he took a deep breath, pulled out the dagger and fell down, with a twisted smile on his lips: No matter what you think, there is one thing I didn't lie to you, I really... love you...
Unfortunately, he is no longer a child
It is understandable that children are fooled, but adults can only blame themselves for being stupid
I don't care about your love
He smiled quietly at the man's corpse: In the future, many people will love me and they will love me wholeheartedly and obey me. Everything from body to soul belongs to me.
He turned around and walked out without looking back
There seemed to be music in my ears, or just a sound in my memory, repeating monotonically the words and sentences he had heard many times:
I lve yu
There are nly 8 little letters in this phrase, yu’ll find
But they mean a lt mre than all the ther wrds cmbined
Everyne, n matter wh
The guy ver 80 and the kid f tw
The preacher n the pulpit and the man in the pew says I Lve Yu……
(I love you
This sentence has only eight letters
But it is better than all the word combinations in the world
Everyone says I love you
From 80 years old to 2 years old
The priests and prayers on the altar are saying
I love you Ah I love you…)
In a trance, he saw the slaves he trained with himself. Some of them were blurred. As for the names, they were almost forgotten. They were just goods sent by customers. Therefore, they usually only had a code name. They would be sent away after training, like canned sardines made in factories, and he was just a skilled food packer.
Canned sardines are displayed in front of it, always in a numb and tame posture, pouring out unchanged words: I love my master very much...
like?
He sneered, he would never say this ridiculous word
So, he would never say that word to his A Ling and his Xiaoyu, no matter what he calls him.
He turned his head hard and looked at the broken knife in the pool of blood.
The past surged up like a tide, and he stood safely on the other side of time, watching others repeat his fate
Once again, he felt his wonderful connection with the man, which made his heart tremble slightly, and a tenderness that was almost painful
Even though the man refused to admit it
This is a pity
Maybe I want to forget him even though I want to
He didn't realize that he smiled, but unfortunately the man didn't know. Even if he had the chance, he wouldn't have done it now.
Through death, he will be imprinted in that person's heart forever and will not be easily removed like a collar
No matter how fickle or affectionate a person can forget his first sexual partner, he will never forget the first person who died in his hands.
Death is not the end of everything, it is just a walk out of time
To some extent, men are right
********************
So, is that what he wants?
In the hazy blood mist, he saw the young man's pale and out of control again. Even after many years, he could still see him clearly.
Seeing how the sensitive heart wanders in anxiety, fearing the outside world and fearing itself under the appearance of being compulsory.
Because I am young, I still have expectations and hope that all the trauma can be healed; so I still have fantasies that as long as the source of pollution is eliminated, the river will be as clear as before, over time, as the river will be as clear as before.
They say time can heal everything,
They say you can always forget everything;
But the smiles and tears over the years
It still makes me feel heartbroken like a knife...
Many years later, he realized why his mother could not stop and escape from the pedophile patient who was intoxicated with the teenage male and female development plan, and could not allow her to escape from the shadows.
Many years later, he realized that a dagger can tear apart the human body, but cannot tear apart the short-term pleasure that loneliness and revenge can bring, and it will never resist the guilt left by killing. The death of a man brought him not liberation, but a deeper depravity.
Through the distance between life and death, he looked at the young man and wanted to extend these three years to eternity? Let the shackles of sin and punishment once again bind the young man, and will he stay with him to the end for life?
The magnificent sunflowers under the sunlight, the brilliant and rough vitality, the young body on the rose bed, the weak obedience like a wounded white bird...
What belongs to the sun is the feather, what belongs to the dark is the zero
It was Yu who walked out of the dungeon that died for him.
He loves both of them at the same time, just as he loves both sides of himself
However, the person who made his heart move and made him suddenly lose his mind through the orbit of time and space will never belong to him
And the only A Ling who belongs to him is already dead
Those three years, just a dream and Zero will become a feather
Perhaps, this ending is not bad either
He stared at the folding knife in the pool of blood, and it still reflected a little light in the blood. It seemed very sharp. In fact, he could do something for the young man, not to take off his earplugs and let him hear his last words clearly, but...
He sighed, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and wrote a few words in blood: You didn't kill me
After thinking about it, I added a few words to the back: Sorry, but I don't regret it
He stopped and looked at the line of words. Due to his weakness, he wrote it in a crooked manner, which was very unsightly. But these are the last gifts he could do. He couldn't afford anything else.
He slowly moved his body and approached little by little. Finally, he picked up the folding knife after decades of time. The familiar feeling returned to his heart. But this time, fate will end here.
He smiled and used all his strength to stab the knife into his carotid artery, whether it was born or died, he finally let himself make the decision.
As the blood spurted out with the knife, a thought vaguely flashed through my mind: Look, my technique is really accurate, much better than yours
That was the last thought that had been turned in his mind
********************
Make up for the little tail, believe me, I came from my own mother, it will be the best ending for these two
It should be said that the man with gray eyes is all a fallacy saying that tx actually noticed it, so he said that if I killed you, is it considered to be loving you, but he will still be affected and embark on the same path
In fact, he knew it in his heart while doing this, so he finally let Yu go free. Basically, this is the case. Some readers said they didn’t understand it very well, and they didn’t know if this explanation was enough?
All things in the world will eventually become empty
He gradually calmed down and lived like this. Even if you complained about this and that, cursed fate and cursed God, but at all times, you still have to let go
From dust, back to dust
He watched his blood seep into the gaps of the tiled floor, and his heart was quiet, thoughtless, and thoughtless, just fascinated by how the blood gushed out of the wound, flowed out along his fingers, slowly flowing down his chest, arms, and spine. He focused on every stream, quietly watching how they left his body and formed a contract with the cold external world.
In the end, his body will also become cold, become a part of that world
He has been committed to rejection throughout his life, but after his death, he will eventually go back like a baby to return to his mother's uterus
No matter how far he has gone, no matter whether he is obedient or rebellious to the end, he will definitely embark on the final journey of return, just like everyone else, to the same place
No one can do anything about this
********************
It feels very uncomfortable to die. When he moves a little, his neck hurts so much that he can't help but wonder: Did the man deliberately refuse to identify the part, just to suffer more before he dies, and he is not afraid of death, but the pain makes people tremble all over, and they can't die. It feels really bad.
Time seemed to have been extended thousands of times, my mind gradually became dizzy, my body was very cold, and my surroundings were quiet enough
He was dying, but no one paid attention to the world still running in an orderly manner. The disappearance of a life is not more important than a leaf falling from a tree. Perhaps all he cares about is that he needs to bring an umbrella when it rains heavily. Kiyoto Sanada, who locked himself up here, is probably devoted to how to comfort his little lover.
A person can be so lonely that even he finds it funny. I wonder if the first person to find his body would be a fly? I suddenly remembered an old English song I often heard:
Everyne Says I Lve Yu
The great big msquit and the bee sting t
The fly when he gets stuck n the fly paper t says I Lve Yu……
(Everyone says I love you
Including mosquitoes and bees
Fly nailed on fly-trap paper
Also said I love you...)
He felt absurd and slowly closed his eyes. He heard that it was still raining outside the window. The sound of the rain was floating and gentle, like the quiet and pleasant music of the classical era.
The consciousness is a little blurred. He thought he should have escaped from this messy world and was on the way to another world.
That's good
Although I don't know what's waiting for him, it's better than here
He doesn't belong here
He shouldn't be here
He's not here
The dungeon that trapped him disappeared, the pale and cold tiles cracked one by one, the thick and solid walls collapsed like building blocks, raising large pieces of dust
The smell of dust is dry and warm, no longer the damp and stale smell of mold in the basement bathroom. He stands in the ruins, healthy and complete
The sound of rain has disappeared, and some kind of music that makes people's souls continue, the sun shining on him, dyeing the road ahead of him golden
Youth and vitality seem to be back to him, he is still at the starting point, everything still has infinite possibilities
He started running
Large tracts of sunflowers quickly retreated with his running pace, turning into colorful lights and shadows. Flowers burning like flames, those lively green leaves, flashed rapidly from his eyes, and the beautiful charm that appeared in that moment, was imprinted to the depths of his heart.
The whole body was filled with an indescribable ecstasy, running in the sun, shouting in the wind
Is he chasing beauty, or is beauty chasing him?
The past years are like falling leaves being trampled by him at the end of the years, with peace and beauty that he cannot find everywhere
The fragrance of flowers is drifting with the wind, so rich and strong, like the fragrance of mothers who came from childhood
In midsummer evening, after bathing, my mother would take him to the balcony to enjoy the cool air, watching the setting sun gradually set, and humming an unknown song absent-mindedly:
They say time can heal everything,
They say you can always forget everything;
But the smiles and tears over the years
It still makes me feel heartbroken like a knife...
The wind at dusk is always very gentle, and the mother's smile is mysterious and erratic, with a hint of self-deprecating the world. Her hair is very fragrant, better than all the flowers in the world.
He still remembered his mother's appearance at that time, and half of her face was bathed in the light yellow light of the setting sun, looking particularly soft and beautiful
That's his favorite look
Later he used a photo of similar angles to embed it on her tombstone
I just hope she loves me
After decades, he saw the fourteen-year-old boy standing in front of the tombstone again, holding a bunch of pale daisies in his hand.
I just hope she stays
Stay, don't leave me
The daisy trembled in the wind, his voice as weak as a moan
The man's hand fell on his shoulder, stable and dry, and it was a relief: You know, she won't blame you
Yes, she won't blame me for not drawing well. She never calls me stupid. I cut off her most cherished work. Although she was angry, she still didn't beat me even this time... I think she won't blame me for whatever I did wrong, no matter how angry she was, she will always forgive me in the end.
He stared blankly at the photo on the tombstone and couldn't help crying: There will never be anyone like her, and there will never be someone like her, and he will not be willing to tolerate me unconditionally %
The man was silent, and forced his body to face his eyes: I said she wouldn't blame you because she understood that you did this out of love
He was a little confused and said in a daze: I don't understand what you mean...
The man looked at him, his gray-blue eyes were calm and calm, and he had a magic power to see through people's hearts: No, from beginning to end, what you want to kill is not Jack, but your mother
He was shocked and immediately refuted, scolding the man for talking nonsense, but was blocked by something and couldn't make a sound for a moment
Kill a Jack, your mother will have other lovers. Only by killing her will she not stay with you forever. No more leaving is your real purpose.
... The white daisy fell, and he shivered all over, barely resisting the urge to rush over and strangle the man to death
The man looked at him with a little more understanding and compassion: You are not wrong. You just love her too much. Only when we truly love things, can we think of treasure them forever, right?
He must have looked very stupid when he saw that man, so the man showed his patience to explain the theory of relativity to the child: Only the most beautiful flower can we be reluctant to let it bloom on the branches, and will pick it off at the moment when it blooms most brightly, entrust it in a golden bottle, or put it in a book, and always maintain that breathtaking beauty.
Only the most beautiful butterfly can we make it into specimens and keep it all the time
The man stroked the photo on the tombstone, his eyes were a little erratic: If it weren't for deep love, how could it be done?
Now that she is dead, she will not be stolen by anyone again. She will always be so beautiful. Her life will be frozen in the most abundant and intense moments, and there will be no aging and grief again...
But she died, and she would never smile at me again...
Ah, Ah Nin, death is not the end of everything, it is just a walk out of time
But……
The man turned around, looked at his eyes, and said seriously: So she will definitely forgive you because she knows that you love her so much
The wind blew on her body, and it was a little cold. The daisy was blown up by the wind, and it swirled and drifted to the distance.
********************
Actually, this is not the case
He missed his mother's singing, missed his mother's fragrance, missed her look at him in the sunset, and missed the warmth of her palm when she stroked herself...
Even if there are ten or eight men around her, it doesn't matter
As long as she is still alive
Alive, smile at him
Instead of inlaid so-called eternal beauty on the cold tombstone
Now I know that you are lying to me. He blew coldly on the blade, watching the sharp blade covered with a layer of water vapor, and quickly disappeared.
You approached me just to take revenge just because my mother was the only puppet you can't keep in the box, so you want to keep me in...
He turned around and looked at the man who was already thin and not as thin as a human figure, with a cold smile: Unfortunately, I will not let anyone dominate my life in this life, and I will not live in that box as you wish.
The man looked at him indifferently, looking at him from above, as if he was still naked: Aren, you have grown up, but you are still so charming, just a temper, far less cute and obedient than before... What did you say at that time? Haha, I am your father, teacher, brother, the only lover and the only companion...
He was able to treat these provocations indifferently, and he was cold inside and did not feel dusty: It was Ah, I was very stupid at that time. After all, it was a child who could make you proud if he deceived a child. I would not stop him. Anyway, you can only maintain your vanity by relying on memories. It's so pitiful.
He smiled and looked at the man in a daze: You said that death can achieve eternity, and only the ultimate love can think of treasure forever. Then I killed you and put you in the box. Are you grateful to me? Because I love you so much
The man couldn't speak, and watched the knife stab into his abdomen until the man's body was twisted violently due to the pain, like the blood of a fish on an iron frame, dyeing his pale hands red, the man stared at him, suddenly smiled, and whispered: Aren, my little Aren, do you think you didn't live in the box?
His heart was beating wildly, and then he took a deep breath, pulled out the dagger and fell down, with a twisted smile on his lips: No matter what you think, there is one thing I didn't lie to you, I really... love you...
Unfortunately, he is no longer a child
It is understandable that children are fooled, but adults can only blame themselves for being stupid
I don't care about your love
He smiled quietly at the man's corpse: In the future, many people will love me and they will love me wholeheartedly and obey me. Everything from body to soul belongs to me.
He turned around and walked out without looking back
There seemed to be music in my ears, or just a sound in my memory, repeating monotonically the words and sentences he had heard many times:
I lve yu
There are nly 8 little letters in this phrase, yu’ll find
But they mean a lt mre than all the ther wrds cmbined
Everyne, n matter wh
The guy ver 80 and the kid f tw
The preacher n the pulpit and the man in the pew says I Lve Yu……
(I love you
This sentence has only eight letters
But it is better than all the word combinations in the world
Everyone says I love you
From 80 years old to 2 years old
The priests and prayers on the altar are saying
I love you Ah I love you…)
In a trance, he saw the slaves he trained with himself. Some of them were blurred. As for the names, they were almost forgotten. They were just goods sent by customers. Therefore, they usually only had a code name. They would be sent away after training, like canned sardines made in factories, and he was just a skilled food packer.
Canned sardines are displayed in front of it, always in a numb and tame posture, pouring out unchanged words: I love my master very much...
like?
He sneered, he would never say this ridiculous word
So, he would never say that word to his A Ling and his Xiaoyu, no matter what he calls him.
He turned his head hard and looked at the broken knife in the pool of blood.
The past surged up like a tide, and he stood safely on the other side of time, watching others repeat his fate
Once again, he felt his wonderful connection with the man, which made his heart tremble slightly, and a tenderness that was almost painful
Even though the man refused to admit it
This is a pity
Maybe I want to forget him even though I want to
He didn't realize that he smiled, but unfortunately the man didn't know. Even if he had the chance, he wouldn't have done it now.
Through death, he will be imprinted in that person's heart forever and will not be easily removed like a collar
No matter how fickle or affectionate a person can forget his first sexual partner, he will never forget the first person who died in his hands.
Death is not the end of everything, it is just a walk out of time
To some extent, men are right
********************
So, is that what he wants?
In the hazy blood mist, he saw the young man's pale and out of control again. Even after many years, he could still see him clearly.
Seeing how the sensitive heart wanders in anxiety, fearing the outside world and fearing itself under the appearance of being compulsory.
Because I am young, I still have expectations and hope that all the trauma can be healed; so I still have fantasies that as long as the source of pollution is eliminated, the river will be as clear as before, over time, as the river will be as clear as before.
They say time can heal everything,
They say you can always forget everything;
But the smiles and tears over the years
It still makes me feel heartbroken like a knife...
Many years later, he realized why his mother could not stop and escape from the pedophile patient who was intoxicated with the teenage male and female development plan, and could not allow her to escape from the shadows.
Many years later, he realized that a dagger can tear apart the human body, but cannot tear apart the short-term pleasure that loneliness and revenge can bring, and it will never resist the guilt left by killing. The death of a man brought him not liberation, but a deeper depravity.
Through the distance between life and death, he looked at the young man and wanted to extend these three years to eternity? Let the shackles of sin and punishment once again bind the young man, and will he stay with him to the end for life?
The magnificent sunflowers under the sunlight, the brilliant and rough vitality, the young body on the rose bed, the weak obedience like a wounded white bird...
What belongs to the sun is the feather, what belongs to the dark is the zero
It was Yu who walked out of the dungeon that died for him.
He loves both of them at the same time, just as he loves both sides of himself
However, the person who made his heart move and made him suddenly lose his mind through the orbit of time and space will never belong to him
And the only A Ling who belongs to him is already dead
Those three years, just a dream and Zero will become a feather
Perhaps, this ending is not bad either
He stared at the folding knife in the pool of blood, and it still reflected a little light in the blood. It seemed very sharp. In fact, he could do something for the young man, not to take off his earplugs and let him hear his last words clearly, but...
He sighed, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and wrote a few words in blood: You didn't kill me
After thinking about it, I added a few words to the back: Sorry, but I don't regret it
He stopped and looked at the line of words. Due to his weakness, he wrote it in a crooked manner, which was very unsightly. But these are the last gifts he could do. He couldn't afford anything else.
He slowly moved his body and approached little by little. Finally, he picked up the folding knife after decades of time. The familiar feeling returned to his heart. But this time, fate will end here.
He smiled and used all his strength to stab the knife into his carotid artery, whether it was born or died, he finally let himself make the decision.
As the blood spurted out with the knife, a thought vaguely flashed through my mind: Look, my technique is really accurate, much better than yours
That was the last thought that had been turned in his mind
********************
Make up for the little tail, believe me, I came from my own mother, it will be the best ending for these two
It should be said that the man with gray eyes is all a fallacy saying that tx actually noticed it, so he said that if I killed you, is it considered to be loving you, but he will still be affected and embark on the same path
In fact, he knew it in his heart while doing this, so he finally let Yu go free. Basically, this is the case. Some readers said they didn’t understand it very well, and they didn’t know if this explanation was enough?
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