Chunchen threw herself heavily on the bed, and the elastic mattress bounced up and down, making a dull sound. Chun Chen's body bounced up and down, feeling a little dizzy from seasickness. His mind, which had been filled with all kinds of sounds just now, suddenly quieted down, leaving only a blank blankness.
Chunchen suddenly didn't know who he was, where he was, and what he should do.
There was a bright knife on the exquisite coffee table next to it. Looking at Chun Chen's smile, it glowed crystal clear in the dim light. Like a bolt of lightning flashing across Chun Chen's head, he also laughed with Xiao Dao. His smile was like a dragonfly's wings, thin and transparent, and like a child's eyes, clean and clear.
The newly bought knife was extraordinarily sharp. When it swiped across his wrist, Chunchen felt itchy in his heart, just like when Jin Yan scratched him when he was naughty. It was also like when he saw Xiao Mei for the first time, the narrow eyes full of brightness and shyness caused the waves in his heart to wave slightly.
Bright red blood flowed down his wrist, like a mountain spring gushing out, making a joyful sound. The coffee-colored wooden floor had a cold sheen. When the first drop of blood fell, it was still spinning on it before it fell into pieces. When the subsequent drops fell densely, they gradually couldn't bear to leave, and they formed a small pool holding hands.
Chunchen's body was as light as a feather, and several smiling faces of youth in his memory alternated before his eyes. He felt extremely relaxed and comfortable, as if he had returned to that high-spirited era, until his consciousness gradually blurred.