I still remember that in the evening of a certain night of a certain year, the blood-like sunset shone on the earth. A man covered in blood came from a distance. The white shirt stained with blood showed a dark black color, which was in sharp contrast with the sunset in the distance. The man slowly moved his lips, very hard, very hard, and murmured +++ "Xiao Jing, you can rest in peace, I finally avenged you, I I have personally ended that scumbag who brutally ravaged you and killed you. Soon you will not be alone anymore. I will be here to accompany you, and we will never be separated for the rest of our lives. ,,,,,,," These were the last words he uttered in his choked voice in his last moments of life. His face full of tears, his eyes that had long lost their color, stared quietly, as if staring at the bloody sunset. . . . . .