The warm sunshine bathes the city, seeming to drive away all the darkness and suffering. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the rare sunlight. His sickly pale complexion made him look very haggard. He slowly raised the gun and held it against his chest.
He stood outside the door, holding the newspaper with the news of his marriage in his hand, hesitating whether to knock on the door, whether to disturb his life again, whether to keep him by his side at all costs, maybe letting him go would make him happy.
The moment he turned to leave, he pulled the trigger of his pistol.
"Xu Chen, I admit that I am a coward. I dare not face the future or myself."
"Xu Chen, it's not that I don't love you, but I'm afraid that you will fall in love with me."
"Xu Chen, I love you."