There was an endless darkness beneath his crimson eyes. She wanted to touch it, but she was bruised and bruised many times and was still a moth to the flame.
He persuaded her to stop, but she became more persistent.
"You should regret not killing me!"
She laughs like crazy,
He raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.
He saw with his own eyes the fire of life in her eyes dwindling day by day, her passion dying, her hope fading.
She looked down at the pale hand holding her heart, "You said that everyone's existence has its meaning, what about mine?"
He frowned slightly and said, "Why bother?"
When all happiness is just an illusion, when she understands what it means to be sentimental, when she falls hard from the sky, she looks at his back lightly, without words, only a shallow breath...