"Give me your life." The pretty girl shook the boy's arm, coquettishly. "Okay." A rare smile appeared on the boy's face, which was used to being cold. "Give me your life." A red lip said resolutely, her eyes filled with frost. "Okay." A pair of sickly white hands were stained with blood, blooming like a bright red flower, and its owner smiled as if he didn't know the pain.
Intention: love