I have a love that I dare not love, a hatred that I dare not hate, and a revenge that has never been launched. ——Shi Xin
Shi Xinlei collapsed on the red sofa in the abandoned factory, and Yuan Lan was tied opposite her, not more than two meters away. She lay down and took a deep breath, then sat up and pointed the gun at Yuan Lan. Even if there are thousands of words in this small space, in the end they can only be condensed into one sentence.
"Take the medicine next to you." Shi Xin ordered, keeping the gun in his hand pointed at Yuan Lan. There was another bottle of medicine next to Yuan Lan's seat, a bottle of medicine that could make Shi Xin never have to suffer again.
The originally dry eyeballs on Yuan Lan's face were covered with bloodshot eyes after being moistened by the little tears that seeped out. The gun in Shi Xin's hand shook slightly, and he choked back tears and said: "I... Don't want to... Kill you, but you... Don't deserve to live!"
The faint blue light reflected through the broken glass window of the factory looked at Shi Xin, and met Shi Xin's eyes full of love and hatred. He wanted to say something, but he hesitated.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Looking back on the past scenes in his mind, Yuan Lan raised her neck and closed her eyes, not daring to think about it anymore.
For Shi Xin, what's the use of being sorry? It just makes it more ridiculous!
No tragedy happens without a reason, and no rebirth can escape the past.
It seems that everything has gone away with the wind, but in fact the damage still continues.
Intention: Listen to the wind, it's you. ——Pei Yuanlan