Do you love me, or do you love my eyes?
Do you hate me, or do you hate the person who killed me?
Where are you? Why has the you beside me stopped breathing?
That world held nothing but decay and despair. The gray sky seemed never to change, and the faint mist seemed never to lift.
A blue sky appeared in Luo Tian's life, but only for a fleeting moment. When the blue vanished, darkness came crashing down from every direction.
Even gray began to seem like a luxury.
I held your rag doll and wept. I held your corpse and wept.
Darling, who was it that killed you...
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