I'm dead again.
In the dimly lit reception hall, I lay in the middle of a pool of red blood, and the blood stains spread wildly in all directions.
But I've long since ceased to be curious about anyone's secrets.
The rain and wind outside the window were blowing, as if something was bound, and the glass pieces on the window lattice made a strange knocking sound, like a ghost wailing.
"Can you please don't kill me all the time if you're fine?" I nestled in the quilt and didn't want to look directly at him.
Xia Xun has figured this out a long time ago. I am brave but also cowardly. To put it bluntly, I don't have any hesitation but I don't think twice about it.
…
I felt like he was looking at me, as if he was staring me through a hole.
Intention: At worst, I'll be with you forever!
