"That's it, it's time for you and me to move on and go our own ways..."
"I believe you have learned about my wedding date from the media, but you and I have cared and loved each other so much. I think I should give you a call and tell you, be good, as you wish, I have found a stepmother for you..."
... In deathly silence, the tall figure walked towards a row of black gun muzzles. The moment he passed by, he left me with his last words, "Kiddo, I wish you happiness!" He didn't even look back...
Happiness? How could I be happy? The image of the man in the video who was tortured beyond recognition and stripped of his skin flashed before his eyes. He fell unconscious time and time again, was awakened by cold water again and again, suffered inhuman abuse but bit his lip and tried not to let out a moan and prevent any fluctuation in the expression on his face... Are you afraid that I will worry about you, fool, stubborn fool... Do you think I don't know you are in pain? Do you think I really don't care because you are pretending to be calm? Scream it out, it's already painful enough, don't torture yourself anymore.
... The sound of broken doors, gunshots, explosions, bloody and lifeless bodies... The deafening roar of helicopter propellers...
"Talk to him, don't stop! Hell, talk to him! Say something that will give him the will to live! Don't stop..."
Suddenly my heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, "Is he still alive? Tell me, he is still alive!" I opened my eyes suddenly...
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