Wedge
I always thought that I understood him, until I saw his ruthlessness and indifference with my own eyes, until everything I cherished was destroyed; I always thought that I no longer loved him, until the cold sword penetrated my chest and stained the purple dress he liked me to wear the most. . . I died for him, until I saw the shock, anger, sadness and despair in his blood-red eyes, I finally felt relieved, he loved me! It's not in vain, it's not in vain!