Do you love me or my eyes?
Do you hate me, or do you hate the person who killed me?
Where are you? Why are you not breathing next to me?
In that world, there was only decay and despair. The gray sky seemed to never change, and the light mist never seemed to dissipate.
The blue sky appeared in Luo Tian's life, but it was so short-lived. When the blue disappeared, darkness came overwhelming.
It seems that gray has become a luxury.
I held your doll and cried, I held your body and cried.
My dear, who killed you...