The snow fell on his white clothes and he fell drunk on the cliff, the cold wind caressed the red sand between his brows, and the falling frost plums called his pale and closed eyes.
The gentleman who was as ink as water fell in front of him with the most smile that was worthy of anyone in his life.
Hate me? Don't you hate me the most? Why don't you come and take revenge on me? He laughed heartbreakingly.
I have been frightened by so many nightmares, but he is no longer like him.
I hate you, but I don't want you to die.