——Hero.
A noble word that Jiang Jingwen never dared to touch.
"Jiang Jingwen, you are a hero."
"Jiang Jingwen, you must be a hero."
The tragic face of his dead gay friend appeared in front of his eyes. He spoke in a hoarse voice with sonorous words, and each word fell into Jiang Jingwen's heart, taking root and sprouting. Then, he held his breath and repeated this part of the opera, which was usually light and graceful, but at this moment extremely miserable.
"... Three Sings of the Prodigal Son... Heroes Have No Roots..."
Die quickly. Jiang Jingwen, who was covered in blood, held his hand and her face was frozen with blood, he thought expressionlessly. Die quickly.
"…Hero – without tears."
Bullshit hero.
I am a ****, okay?
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"Yagi, as a hero, can you cry?"
Jiang Jingwen sat cross-legged on the roof and looked up at the stars, her face still expressionless, and she still turned questions into statements.
"As a hero - can you say you are tired?"
No.1Hero opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Jiang Jingwen answered.
"You can do it, he can't, so I can't do it either."
"——What exactly is a hero?"
"Just help those within reach, do your best, and do what you can."
"Bai Ming, you are a fucking bastard."
Poor writing style, pure selfish delusion.
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