The liquid flowed along the curve of the wrist into a beautiful arc, and finally reached the lowest point, separated from the guidance of the hand, and slipped. The two sliding lines met in the air and fell into the white porcelain plate together, splashing and blooming into strange blood flowers.
"Do you need to hurt... To express your so-called love?"
Half a month, I kept searching
I hate myself for putting my lover in this situation
Hated that he had lost himself
I have fantasized about it countless times, if the moment I finally see him, there is no warmth and coldness, it will be unforgivable.
"You... Are not worthy of loving Zhousuke at all."
"If... Xiaojing dies, I... Will propose to Nadeshiko... And also... Have more than one... Child."
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