On a stormy night, a car tore down the highway and sped away, only for its driver to spot a figure in white up ahead. He strode over on his long legs to her side. That was how they met. At their wedding, she wore a white gown and he a black suit. As the priest prayed, they exchanged rings. That was how it all began. In a quiet warehouse, gunshots rang out one after another, cutting through the air. The bullets struck his shoulder with deadly accuracy. Forced to his knees, he did it only to save her. The sight seared her eyes. She boldly and arrogantly declared that he was her man. Weakly, he smiled at her and said,
You can write well, keep working hard, come on (???_??)?
Oh my god, I actually finished reading it