I died. During this sleeping time, I was sealed in a porcelain jar, and my soul was extinguished. Later, I drifted on the sea, with only half of my wandering soul left in the world. When I woke up, I remembered that a cold sword pierced my chest. From the corner of my eye, I watched the blood spread inch by inch, and then bloomed into a coquettish red flower. My chest hurts so much, and the stinging sensation spreads to the whole body, seven parts into my flesh and three parts into my bones. But I don't want to die yet, I still want to live, for the people I love, and the people who love me... But is there really anyone who loves me? I watched in a daze as the hand holding the sword clenched again after hesitating for a moment, and a treacherous smile appeared on his blurred face... The corner of his mouth. All the hairs on my body stood up, "Don't...". Unfortunately, in the next second, the sword on my chest moved three points closer. I felt that my heart was still struggling desperately, but every time it beat, my despair increased. The pain was fading away and I fell straight backwards. "Kill the siren!" I kept thinking about this sentence before closing my eyes. This must be what I was thinking at that time. Well, in this case, if I wake up one day, I will definitely kill him.
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