In a room, two people were arguing fiercely. One of them suddenly slammed the door and left. The other tremblingly picked up a fruit knife and slashed it hard on his left wrist. Then a large amount of blood spurted out. He slowly fell into a pool of blood, murmuring the person's name. The face facing the door seemed to be expecting, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and tears seemed to fall down his face. The moon outside the window hid in the clouds, as if it couldn't bear to see this tragic scene...