She is the sword that he raised with his own hands, and she is also the selfishness that he dare not admit in this life.
When she was eighteen years old, she confessed her feelings, and in exchange she said "treason".
After running away for a year and a half, she thought she was wandering, but she didn't know that there would always be his eyes behind her.
When she blocked the bullet for him and fell into his arms, she thought she would finally not have to wake up again.
Outside the intensive care unit, everyone was calling her name.
Partner, subordinate, friend. No one can pull her back from the abyss.
Doctors said she had no will to live.
Only he knows,
She is waiting for him.
He held her hand and said in a hoarse voice:
"My dear, you've had enough fun. It's time to go home. Master is still waiting for you."
At that moment, the curve of the monitor started beating again.
She is the only knife he wants to keep in this life,
It was also the selfishness that he dared not speak out in his life.
