"Suppose one day, you and the person you love the most only have one night of sleep left, how will you spend it?"
"If one day, only one person can survive between you and the person you love most, how will you choose?"
"If one day the person you love the most dies in your hands, will you let him go, or will you regret it for the rest of your life?"
When the gunshot rang out and the bullet that passed through his chest was the trigger you pulled with your own hands, could your tears of regret wipe away the bright red on his lips?
I know you all have no way out, but in order to survive, we all have no choice.
The separation between life and death is the most distant thought, and what makes this longing even more painful is that the person who caused the separation between life and death is none other than myself.
"If one day, only one person survives between me and the person I love most, I will pull the trigger without hesitation."
"Believe me, the moment the bullet passes through the penis, this story will become sad and happy."