At that moment, I heard the voice of my heart, and the voice slowly said to me: "It's him."
That's him.
Even so, I still don't hate you. It's good that you like me a little bit. You. . . Do you like me?
"If there is a third choice, I..." Her tone became lighter and lighter, almost disappearing
"If you have a third choice, you will choose to hate me," the person holding her said in a low voice, as if he was caring for a fairy.
"I will choose not to love you anymore." After all, he closed his eyes
The moment it pierced her heart, his heart also died.
The peach blossoms shine brightly.
He finally held her and flew among the peach blossoms.
However, this time, the person in his arms would never wake up again.