There were flames flying all over the sky, and thick smoke billowing like a winding black dragon roaring; heat waves invaded in waves, like the shrill and sad laughter of the God of Death; she tried hard to open her red eyes, stretched out her blood-stained hand, touched his eyebrows and lips, suddenly pulled his face fiercely, and said with a sad smile, "Now, you still lie to me..."
He watched her hand drop weakly, watched her breath disappear in his arms, watched the taunting and desperate smile on the face of the man in white opposite him, and started to feel cold from the eyebrows she touched. Every finger, every minute, it was bone-chilling and unforgettable. Even the heat wave in the sky couldn't cover the ice and snow in his heart. It was as if he was lying on the snow in the cold winter of March and September when he was a child, and he felt as cold as death.
She knows everything. Understand everything.