"Shengsheng, you love me, right?"
"Shengsheng, if you love me, go and take the blame for me. You have a history of mental illness, they won't do anything to you." Wei Zijie shook his watch with one hand and put a knife against my neck with the other, smiling.
What should I do? In fact, I am just faking my mental illness.
In fact... Love is also pretending.
Intention: Misplaced