He pinched my chin and said, "You are just Weirou's shadow."
I swallowed my blood and tears and donated bone marrow for the white moonlight in his heart, but on the operating table I heard him laughing and asking: "Is she dead?"
Three years later, my painting exhibition caused a sensation in the city.
Under the media lens, the man who once forced me to kneel down was soaked and kneeling on the broken glass, holding up the diamond ring tremblingly: "Please... Look at me again."
——Later I learned that the "white moonlight" that tore out his heart had long been burned to ashes by his own hands.
So attractive and interesting