"Yu, come to hell with me." He was dressed in white, with silky black hair flying in the air, and his charming gray-brown eyes looking at the person in front of him quietly. If you ignore the gun in your hand, what a beautiful scene it is.
"Worry, do you love me?" The person on the edge of the cliff, also dressed in white, looks like a man or a woman, without any sense of tension, uttering an ethereal voice.
"Love, how could you not love? If you love me, you will almost die." The gentler and charming eyes of the man in white were dim for a while.
"I love you too, so hate me!" The footsteps slowly approached the edge of the cliff. "Farewell, worry." A rare smile, as if the sun didn't even have the warmth of it, and the body fell downwards, a tear sliding down her cheek.
"Yu, no"
It turns out you still said no. It turns out you still care about me, it turns out I really fell in love with you. Turn out to be...