The two agreed to leave this world together. They cut each other's wrists and lay hand in hand on the soft bed. + He couldn't say anything. Chenchuan looked at the cut mark on his wrist and it had turned into a red line. Beidou's blood was still in his hand. The sweet smell filled the room. He picked up the phone and dialed the emergency number. How cold-blooded must he be to be in such a calm state of mind. He watched Beidou's blood dye the towel red and got up to get another piece. Fortunately, he was not dead yet. The corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly.
Intention: In love, I am yours in the end