[I think this is probably a deeper [love] than liking——]
[I will give myself to him tonight——]
[How could he - he could hold other women without any guilt! ! ——]
Lin Haiqing, no, should be called Mu Niansheng now. The few fragments held between his fingers. Due to the scorch marks caused by the fire devouring and burning, only these few words can be clearly seen.
"Love... What..."
Subconsciously, he reached out and brushed his right wrist. The slightly longer hospital gown covered the snow-white bandage. There were mottled and hideous scars, very deep. Even if he just curled his fingers slightly, there would be bone-piercing pain.
It can be known that the person who made the cut at that time
decided to die
Withdrawing his left hand, he gathered back the slightly blown hair on his temples. His slender fingers lightly covered his lips, his thin lips were slightly closed, and the vague residual sound disappeared with the cool breeze.
"It's so stupid..."
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I am desperate... I am desperate for my character of not filling in holes...
So as you can see... I've dug another hole in my cheap job... Beat me... I'll update if I have the motivation... Really