It was as if all my strength had been drained from my body. My legs could no longer support my heavy body, and I knelt on the ground as soon as my legs became weak.
The marble floor was so hard that it hurt my legs, but I could only feel the constant cold air coming from my knees invading my already numb heart.
I wanted to cry but found that my dry tear glands could no longer squeeze out a drop of tears, and my heart, which was already riddled with holes, was instantly shattered. The fragments fell and hit the floor, making the floor scream.
I don't know how long it took, but I felt my eyes gradually blurring with moisture. A large drop of blood passed through my eyelashes and fell on the cold-light floor, instantly condensing into plum-red ice crystals.
A snow-white handkerchief was handed to me. I raised my dull eyes and saw that he was still smiling lightly. After a few movements of my throat, I opened my mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, which splashed onto his white clothes, forming a large patch of dazzling red.
He bent down, picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of my mouth, his eyes filled with the doting and tolerance that had sunk me so deeply.
"Why? Let go?" I asked him word by word, staring at my red and bloody eyes.
He was still smiling so faintly, but there was a hint of despair and sadness in his eyes: "Happiness doesn't matter who gives it, don't force it when fate passes away."