The sixteenth year of the Republic of China.
Shanghai.
Juvenile.
"Wang Fa? Here, my spear is Wang Fa." The blood and fire reflected the red ink pupils.
"What do you want to do?" He sneered, "Do you think I, Xiao Chengjing, am dead?!"
"Get out!"
"Get out.
"Get away!"
"Get out. "
…
"This is the most words Jing'er said in a day. "He held his forehead helplessly.
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"Brother..." His trembling hands covered with blood touched the face that was so white that it was almost sickly.
"Am I really treason..."
Jing'er...
Jing'er.
Jing'er!
New China?
"For New China! "
Intention: As we continue to live, we will strive for self-improvement.