"Sister, what else do you want to say to your sister?" Luo Mingxue was already in tears. The departure of her family and the betrayal of her lover made this girl who should have enjoyed the good time of her life exhausted mentally and physically. "Sister, I want to tell you..." Luo Mingyu exhaled with difficulty. This girl with the same angelic face as Luo Mingxue was quietly waiting for the passage of life. She hated and resented, but what awaited her was death after all. Luo Mingxue put her ear to Luo Mingyu's mouth, "Sister, I want you to die with me." As she spoke, Luo Mingyu stabbed her sister's chest with the dagger hidden by the pillow, "You..." Luo Mingxue opened her eyes wide, with uncontrollable sadness in her beautiful eyes: "So you still haven't forgiven me." As she spoke, her breath became weaker and weaker, and the weight on her eyelids made her slowly close her eyes. Farewell, my favorite Mo Chenyi. No one noticed that there was a trace of imperceptible sadness in my sister's eyes. The electrocardiogram dropped rapidly, and my sister finally closed her eyes weakly. The blood was stained all over my sister's clothes, and spread to the hands where the sister was holding her sister. Will all those beautiful people and things be worn away by the gears of time? No one knows. There was only the sound of instruments in the ward, and it was deathly silent.
The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.
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