What was the situation like back then? Actually I can't remember clearly.
Now, is it because the initial choice went wrong?
The gloomy sky that day seemed as thick and heavy as rice paper soaked with ink. Looking at the devastated scenery, the red flames and blood stung his eyes.
Everything is so sad...
"What were you thinking when you killed them?" " He asked, his indigo eyes unable to see to the end.
"Maybe you are thinking about how to survive..."
I answered blankly as the rain started to fall. One drop, two drops... And finally a downpour.
There wasn't any blood on it, but the faint smell of smoke and the gun held tightly in my hand, I think that's all it was.
It seems that there is no turning back.
The Manzhushahua on the other side is so charming that there is no turning back...