"Is there enough money?"
"... Enough. Don't just worry about me."
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"Is the money enough? I know it won't be enough for you if you go to such trouble. I'll burn some more for you."
Your body is so cold, so cold that I can no longer keep you warm.
You are my ten-year-late lover, the hopeless crush hidden under the friendship between lovers. Sorry, my blessing, my gift is missed, you are just like I missed you in court.
Concept: Morality is the shroud of the weak, and I like to see him soaked in blood.