"I always feel like the leader looks like he is about to fall."
"Fall?"
"Yes, falling from the highest place in the sky..."
"It's already fallen."
"Huh? No, not yet."
"No, I mean you."
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Many, many years later.
One kid asked me, "Why do you have no qualms about killing strangers?"
At that moment, the afterimages of long-forgotten morality, law, and conscience blurred through my mind.
I was happy to remember some past events, so I answered him patiently:
"It's just because we are strangers, so it doesn't matter."
Time has taken away too many memories.
I no longer remember what the original intention was.
The only remaining obsession is to find him.
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Time is the grave of love
This was written a long time ago as a pen practice because I was touched by a friend's lovelorn heart. Friends who are interested can take a look.
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Fei was racing a few days ago
~Then there was a car accident... Looking at the sky... Please forgive me for not updating for a few days. Because I was supervised by strict parents and was not allowed to surf the Internet...