Xiao Tiao was already unconscious when he left. He was wearing crimson clothes and nestled tightly in my arms. He kept mumbling something. I leaned over and listened quietly for a while, feeling bitter in my heart.
He kept saying: Qi Yuanzhen, let's get married.
I raised my hand and stroked his long hair that had already lost its luster, and silently replied "Hello".
He sat up suddenly, stared at me with his unfocused eyes for a long time, and suddenly burst into a bright smile.
"Xiaojiu," he said, "Thank you."
That night, he held my hand tightly, shaking with pain.
Xiao Tiao left.
Concept: A tough melon is not sweet