He used to be bossy and aloof, and with just a flick of his finger, someone would die for him through fire and water.
He once thought that this state would continue forever.
Now, he carries scars all over his body, a filthy and shameful past that cannot be erased. He was still gasping for air. Wandering in a foreign land.
He thought he would be like this until he died. Silently, alone.
Until he showed up. Familiar taste, shared memories. Is it him? Is it him before? It seems so, but it seems not.
He was confused. He wasn't sure. What he was sure of was that he needed someone.
He is indifferent and indifferent. Asking for nothing much, nothing too much. But you can't get them all.
For the little he wanted, he set up a dragnet to kill everyone. In the end, he discovered that the one he couldn't fight was actually himself.
He gave up. Traveling to a foreign country.
He thought he would be like this until he died. Silently, alone.
Until he showed up. His appearance always reminds me of those cruel and dark days when I turned myself into a devil just for that little thing I wanted.
But he doesn't need anyone. He just... Wanted to do something
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This is my article from a long time ago. . It was abandoned soon after it was launched and not published. .
I suddenly found it recently and suddenly wanted to write about it, so I did.
"How Much Love Can There Be in One Night" Brothers Chapter "My Regrets Are Related to You"