I'm going to die.
Died at the hands of the one I loved most.
I gently hugged the person in front of me, and the sword in his hand pierced my body mercilessly.
Why do you want to cry?
I smiled at the corner of my mouth and put my arms around Yan Cheng: "Little follower, I'm sorry, I owe you too much. If there is a next life, we... Don't want to see each other again."
He killed me, do I hate him?
No, I do it willingly.
[First person, short story. I wrote it many years ago and took it out for a walk. ]
Purpose: A small love is not worth the great love of the country!
