I'm going to die.
At the hands of the person I love most.
I gently held the person in front of me as the merciless sword in his hand pierced my body.
Why do I feel like crying?
I smiled and wrapped my arms around Yan Cheng. "My little sidekick, I'm sorry. I owe you too much. If there's another life, let's... never meet again."
He killed me. Do I hate him?
No. I did it willingly.
[First person, short story. I wrote this many years ago and am bringing it out for a spin.]
Theme: A small love cannot outweigh love for one's country!
