That was the light, maybe the light, that Jerome had been.
Amy looked desperately at the man lying on the ground in front of her, and slumped to the ground weakly and murmured: "No... No! Daddy..." The red-haired boy blew on the still smoking gun tip as if nothing had happened: "Oh, my sweety, it turns out this is your father." Then he squatted down and stroked the tears on the blond girl's face: "I'm sorry..."
But it must have been.
The blonde girl in black tights pointed a gun at the excited red-haired boy in front of her, looking casual but serious. She raised the corners of her mouth and her voice was full of tenderness: "Hey, Jerome, long time no see."
Shenru: There should be no love... Mostly obsession and hatred...
Jerome is so bad! ! Ooc belongs to me, the male god belongs to everyone
Abuse! ! BE! !
The writing may not be very good QAQ
You can ask questions and suggestions, but don't scold me. If you scold me, I will scold you!
The scenes in the copy may not necessarily appear, but only express the general direction of the plot.
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