I don't know if the crybaby who was crying heartbrokenly heard those two sentences.
But I really feel like I earned it.
So, baby, I don't blame you for everything, don't blame anyone, don't torture yourself anymore, okay...
Live well, or find someone who loves you to accompany you, okay...
It's just that he can't hear my voice...
When the last two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed down that all too familiar innocent face,
I could only murmur feebly...
Baby…don't cry…
This is a short love story in the form of the male protagonist's autobiography.
The male protagonist, who has forgotten that he does not exist in the world, silently accompanies his lover,
From amnesia to accepting that I no longer exist in this world,
In the end, he watched helplessly as the lover he desperately saved died for himself...
The whole story is biased towards the ordinary and real daily life, and the form draws on my beloved Nankang's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life".
Hope you all like it...
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