It's so broken
The splash of blood dyed his eyes red.
She clenched her fists and staggered forward
The corpses weighed one after another were gentle in her sad smile.
Wiping away the tears in her heart, she summoned up all her hatred and rushed towards the man.
Use blood as a sacrifice, supplemented by bullets
The blood rain fell in torrents in the yard like clouds and flowing water, like a dream or an illusion.
...
The setting sun hangs slanting in the sky, shining fairly on everything like hell.
Finally she walked to him
........
"Why... Is it you?" Even though the bullet pierced his chest, he just sneered, the expression on his face was indescribably complicated and calm.
"There is only one path in life," she whispered with thin lips
.........
A song of departure, a song of sorrow and resentment.
This is a story about life and death and love, a dream-weaving story that belongs to the last life.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
