My father died, and my mother stabbed the knife into her chest without mercy, leaving me standing by and saying stupidly, "Mom, don't leave me alone."
I, Ye Mo, am a person with neither love nor hatred. To me, life is just a numb and dull task, and the only meaning is the boundless bright red at the end.
Lin Kang, if I hadn't met you, would I have forgotten the unforgettable pain, and would I have lost that undying love. If I lost you, let me use my whole life to pay tribute, even if I fall into hell for it...