"Xiaoye, please, don't leave, okay? I can't live without you!"
"Brother, Xiaoye can't accompany you anymore... You have to live well... Live well... Go down..."
"Xiaoye..."
"Brother... If... If there is a next life... Let me... Be your sister... To protect... You... Okay?"
"Okay, let me let you be my sister in the next life, and let Xiaoye protect my brother, okay?" The body in her arms has gradually lost its temperature, but the smile at the corner of her mouth is so charming, God has taken away her angel.
The blood dyed the white clothes on his body red, like a blooming mandala.
Holding the already cold body under him, the man cried so sadly for the first time.
"Master, congratulations, you are a rich man!"
"Really? That's great, I finally... Am...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
