Will you love me? No? It seems that I am being sentimental. Since you don't love me, then don't care about me. I don't need pity or sympathy! No need for love!
15 Seconds of love pierced my heart like a sharp sword. On that day, I dyed the whole city red crazily. Watching the pretentious women struggling on the verge of life and death in red, a black resentment made me feel cool, and then darkness enveloped me. A voice slowly flowed through my ears, deeply engraved in my soul.
[Your Highness, I need you, come find me, okay?
． ． ． Good.