Xiaoyao, I love him.
I'm sorry, Xiaoyao...
"Sister..."
The girl's face was pale, and she was holding back tears. She was lying on a white shelf, surrounded by a bunch of people in white robes, who were busy and busy with unsightly faces.
A drop of hot water flowed down from the top. She bit her lower lip, her vision blurred, and her tears flowed like her blood and kept flowing.
His hand stretched out weakly, and next to her - another girl who was exactly the same as her. The girl was lying there quietly, her eyes closed, and she fell asleep quietly like a baby. There is only a gap between them.
"Sister."
Blood kept flowing from her head, and the bright red blood kept overlapping and turned into deep red. There were large patches of red on her snow-white clothes. The bleeding wounds were like time passing slowly without stopping. No one could stop time.
Her tearful eyes were covered with blood, and her vision gradually blurred. When her hand touched the girl's hand, her eyelids seemed to have weight. She closed her eyes tiredly and fell asleep.
The small hand holds my sister's hand. My sister's hand is no longer as warm as the spring breeze, but as cold as the winter in December.
Sister......
My sister......