He held his head and tore his hair hard. "I beg you, don't love me. I'm afraid. If this continues, you will be killed by me. My parents and brother are gone. I don't want anyone to die."
He looked at me blankly, and then gave me a smile that was uglier than cool, "It doesn't matter, I'm dirty to begin with, and I can't wash it off for a long time. It doesn't matter..."
I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of anything. As long as you are by my side, what does it matter?
I love you forever