Dear sir, you are not good. "
The metal chain made a harsh sound in the empty and dark basement. Xie Fu spoke softly, but forcefully pulled the person back to his feet.
Jun Yu turned his face away, lowered his eyes and closed them, unwilling to look at the woman in front of him.
The next second, cold fingertips forcefully lifted her chin.
Jun Yu frowned slightly.
"Don't you want them to live? Over there... But another note came. "
The tone was so soft that it made Jun Yu freeze up. Her closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Xie Yao's fingertips gently touched the corners of her eyes, and there was an undisguised, almost crazy obsession in his eyes: "Ah... Your eyes are still as beautiful as ever. I really want to dig it out and treasure it... Well, it seems not possible. Eyes that can shed tears are more perfect works of art. "
A few years later.
Xie Fu slowly raised his hands and threw the gun aside. His eyes were filled with almost pious fascination and love, and he whispered softly:
"Honey... I-"
Before she finished speaking, she fell down onto the cold ground with a smile on her lips.
The blood spread slowly.
Jun Yu's hands were shaking violently, and the gun almost slipped from his palms. She slowly squatted down and hugged her head tightly, trembling all over and not daring to look at the figure lying in a pool of blood.
In the distance, police sirens were approaching quickly, and the alternating red and blue lights hurt her eyes.
After that, Yun Yu took the initiative to submit his resignation and stepped down as deputy sir.
She often sees hallucinations - the figure of that person is lingering, visible but intangible.
I seem to be sick.
But I don't want to be cured at all.
I miss her so much.
If you need it, I can also help you:
Intention: Should I love her or hate her?