"Lu Ming, I'm not sick, so I won't go back. Lu Ming, I'm not sick, I just don't want to live anymore." He reacted before I finished speaking. Between the distance between the sofa and the dining table, I watched his face change funnyly, and finally he came to me. I knew he picked me up, I knew he was in a hurry to stop the bleeding, and I knew the ambulance would come soon. I know it all. At this time, the pain is secondary, because I know that he will always be in more pain than me. At this time, happiness is the main thing, because I know that I am very happy at this time. I remember what I said before I fell into coma, and I also remember what I heard before I fell into coma.
But no matter what, I win this game.
"Lu Ming, I won't give you the chance to send me there again."
"Lu Ming, I'm dead this time."
"Yuyou, you will regret it."