The moment you turned around, your red hair fluttered gently in the wind. It looks like the color of blood. Underneath your confused look, what kind of bewildered expression would you look like?
Will black flowers bloom in your stubborn eyes? Because black can cover up everything. Even lonely.
The brevity of fireworks, the beauty of an instant. This is not what you like. The moment the red fireworks bloomed, I clearly saw the deep sadness hidden in your amber pupils. Are you feeling heartbroken for its brevity? Or is it because it is too short and lonely.
"... I won't die. And neither will you."
"Li. Wait here for my return."
Intention:
Great, come on (/ω＼)