"Do you hate me?"
"Hate!"
"Then kill me!"
…
A knife, a willow leaf knife passed through his heart. Her smile and the blood on her chest were like an epiphyllum blooming at midnight, which fascinated his eyes. He held her in his arms and whispered softly, "If love cannot last, let us be disillusioned together."
I just hope that we will never see each other again in the next life. If we fall in love once, all our thoughts will be in vain.
So, when they met in a street shop, he went east and she went west, never to meet again.
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