++++++++ Shen Zhi supported the table and stood up staggeringly. His eyes were a little blurry. The bamboo forest in front of him was suddenly stained with blood. A man in blue clothes was curled up there, his body shaking uncontrollably. His heart felt like it was being strangled by someone. It hurt, it really hurt... He saw the man's face clearly. It was clearly... "Aqing..." He touched her hand. It was cold, without any warmth, and there was no pulse on her wrist. Dead. Shen Zhi was used to seeing dead people, and he was also used to seeing living people crying about the dead. He had previously thought that since the person was dead, what was the use of crying? It's just adding to the sadness... But his Aqing is dead, his Aqing is no longer here... I want to cry, but I can't. It's like sinking into an icy lake in winter, unable to break free. ++++++++... A person's body becomes cold after being immersed in the ice lake. Shen Zhi's heart is now cold. Whether it's a chance encounter or a romantic relationship. But that night, that person fell into his heart at that glance...
Purpose: Resist the shackles of old stereotypes