The moment I jumped down, he reached out and held my arm.
The wind whistled in my ears and I couldn't hear what he was saying.
But I knew from the shape of his mouth that he was telling me to hold on tight and not let go.
I smiled. I knew my smile must have been beautiful. I remember my father once said that when I smile, even the sun and moon in the sky will be eclipsed.
I reached out to my waist, and then I held a dagger in my hand, which he gave to me.
I was satisfied to see the growing panic in his eyes, and I knew that the man holding him behind him would never let go, no matter what happened.
My body was falling slowly, his desperate and painful face slowly became smaller in front of me, and a few drops of blood from his arm fell on my face, with a faint smell of blood.
That knife, I used up all my strength•••••
I want him to remember how he took every step and drove me to a dead end...