"Jinse..."
"Yu Wenyuan, we keep missing you." Jinse lay on the white marble steps, her eyes reflecting the vast sky, blood flowing out of her body continuously, "Actually, I have always loved you."
Yu Wenyuan held her hand. Why did it take so much blood and tears to prove that he liked her? Such deep love must be believed only at the end, when it is irreversible?
He was silent for a long time, then slowly let go of her hand, his bright wrist falling silently.