If he were to talk about death, Jiang Ai would think of the car accident, the rotten magnolia flowers, and finally himself.
The fragility of life may lie in the reincarnation of time. The bell of death is often accompanied by the ear-piercing wail!
The past 13 years ago resurfaced again. If Mr. Chen had not told the secret, if Miss Duan had not died, if the victim had not gone to Honolulu...
What is the truth of the matter?
Do it for money? Or for love? Or maybe it's revenge!
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"If someone had told me that he killed someone for friendship, I might not believe it, but now, I believe it!"
Jiang Ai raised his eyes to look at the sea, and there was a burst of mocking laughter from beside him.
"Naive!"
Jiang Ai turned to look at me. His face was pale and expressionless, as fragile as a butterfly.
No one spoke anymore, the two of us just stood quietly on the beach.
I'm not confronting your thoughts again, and I guess neither are you.
Purpose: Please believe that death has a unique trauma on us.