All in red
a hair tie
a broken sword
A piece of corpse
Step by step on the piles of corpses, I walked towards the end of Wangyuanya. The broken sword in his hand was stained red with blood, and it was unclear whether the red clothes were the original red or the blood-stained red.
The strands of hair were hanging down, but what was floating behind her was a hairband covering her eyes. This posture was so miserable.
Yu Hua walked step by step, muttering unconsciously: "Kill him... Don't kill him,... Kill him, don't kill him..."
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When I was young
I don't know how much fate there is
Just look back at that moment
A moment of elegance and confusion
Once upon a time it was windy
Yaohua is lost
Who pity sleeps quietly in the palm of your hand
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He knew he had no more thoughts about life.
So he hugged him and said, "Then I will die with you. You said you wanted me to die with you."
He pushed him away and said, "Suxiao, I don't want you anymore. I don't want you to die with me." He said decisively. There was no trace of nostalgia in the back of the figure who walked forward.
In this life, he lost his heart and got scars all over his body.
He hates and complains, but he also loves! He was tired, he didn't want this life anymore.
When he opened his eyes again, God, are you pitying me?
He didn't want to let himself down in his new life.