"Lianqing, what do you think of me?" Every time I opened my mouth, blood flowed from the corner of my mouth, but I still wanted to ask.
He took the bracelet from my hand without any pause, and his tone was calm, as if I was the only one involved in this situation. He said: "I hate you."
It turns out that it was really just me who got stuck. I closed my eyes to prevent the moisture from falling from the corners of my eyes, but I didn't want to make the water droplets fall faster.
My hand hurts, and the bracelet is stuck in my thumb?
I opened my eyes and saw his still plain face, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years in the ice abyss, without any expression.
He gave up the idea of taking off the bracelet.
The rain was still pattering, as thin as hemp, and there was almost no sound, as if it was afraid of breaking the silence. Around me, there were large swaths of blood, washed away by the rain on the gray stone road, but they did not fade away.
He opened the umbrella with red plums painted on it. The bright red color on the umbrella could no longer tell whether it was a painting or a blood stain, but it was still charming. He just held the umbrella, without looking back, and walked deeper into the alley step by step. In front of him was a gray stone wall, and behind him was a bright red blood road. His plain white figure is like a transparent soul torn between two poles.
—BY A certain incompetent copywriter—
It's impossible for everyone to like the heroine if she's not a strong female character or a noob. ╮(╯_╰)╭ The biological mother who loves the male protagonist passes by... So. . Probably not abusive
In fact, this is a very heavy story [Serious Status] (Who are you kidding! Lift