The Love of the Sinister Tyrant Has Become a Tragedy

Two years ago Mo Yan grabbed Shen Linmo's hand and said with a smile: "What's your name? My name is Mo Yan." Two years later In the dim bathroom, blood-stained glass shards were scattered on the wet floor. Mo Yan soaked in the bathtub, bright red blood continuously overflowing from his wrists. Mo Yan watched the blood on his wrist flow down to his fingertips, and the blood droplets splashed in the water and rippled. He murmured: "Shen Linmo, have you ever loved me?" Shen Linmo squatted in front of Mo Yan's tombstone and gently touched the photo on the tombstone with his hand. "Fool, I have only loved you from beginning to end." After saying that, he took out the pistol and pointed it at his temple. "Get down" a gunshot echoed in the cemetery, but it was a pity that the belated affection was better than Caodu This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.