When he opened his eyes, there was a person lying next to him. His black hair was messy and motionless covering his face. He was dressed in white clothes with a scarlet patch on his chest. I immediately shouted at the top of my lungs, "He's dead... Ah..."
"Who died? You are the one who died." The man who was motionless just now was slowly sitting up with his hands, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, and his embarrassment did not affect his lazy posture. When he reached out to brush away the messy black hair from his face, and came closer to me, I shouted again at the top of my voice, "Ah... Beautiful." Before I could finish shouting, his hand came over to cover my mouth, and he said bitterly, "If you shout again, I will kill you..."