Thick, warm, fishy liquid continued to flow from his fingers, and it was so scarlet that it stung his eyes.
The body curled up in his arms began to grow cold.
The originally delicate and delicate face turned as pale as paper.
Tears that had not yet fallen gathered in the corners of his eyes.
Only their hands were tightly intertwined.
His favorite, she, was once again, once again, beaten by him——
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