Drama version: He was lying in a pool of blood, watching his white clothes gradually being dyed red with blood, and suddenly burst out laughing. How ridiculous. He thought he was the happiest person in the world, but it turned out to be the opposite. In the eyes of others, he had never been happy. Everything he thought he really had was all fake. He struggled to raise his hands to cover his face, trying to maintain his last dignity, but his hands fell slumped in mid-air.
I hope I won't meet you again in the next life.
Real version: Damn, what if we promised not to meet again? ? ? ? What kind of trouble are you going to make if you insist on getting involved? ? ? Let go, I don't want you anymore, okay? ?