He has committed a grave sin that cannot be forgiven.
He spends his whole life doing whatever it takes to look up to the person he admires deeply.
His last expression was one of disappointment. . . It's anger and ridicule. . . Still disdainful? This complicated look in his eyes made him feel as cold as ice, as if he was falling into an abyss.
Regret. . . I have long regretted it. . .
You shouldn't have wishful thinking, and you shouldn't force that warmth. Greed, anger, foolishness, love, and evil desires are the demons born in the heart. It was this difference in thought that led to today's big mistake.
The mountain wind howls. A young man was half-kneeling in front of the cliff, with a pale face. The mountain wind blew his long hair away, and traces of blood gathered like red threads.
Several strands slid along the cheeks to the neck. The hair stuck to the blood-stained face did not make people feel bloody, but instead felt an indescribable desolation.
There was a wound on the chest. The skin was so deep that it was almost exposed through the back. Blood was pouring out from the wound. It was unknown what the injury was. It looked very hideous.
Horrible. A large amount of blood stained his front, and the blood slowly dripped down the soaked clothes. A trembling hand touched the left side of his chest.
This deep pain bites back at everything.
If there is an afterlife, I will never betray you again, I will protect you well, and I will give you everything you want. As long as you give me a chance to atone for my sins, I will give you my life. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be born to pay for the sins of this life. I will no longer ask for things that I shouldn't ask for, I will no longer covet feelings that are out of reach, I will no longer hurt you, I will give everything for you, and I just want you to be safe and happy for the rest of your life.