I stared at the withered peach blossoms on the grave and felt a sense of bitterness in my heart. The peach blossoms remain the same, but the human face is nowhere to be seen? The girl in the grave, whose innocent body and innocent soul was stained by me, even died because of me, but I drifted away, and continued to indulge myself sanctimoniously in the name of being free and uninhibited. It's time to wake up. Maybe I really should go find the old monk from the Shaolin Discipline Academy to save me, and live my life without anger or fear.
"I didn't kill the girl, but she died because of me. Please accept my respect." He laughed and poured a bottle of sake in front of her grave.
——You will never wake up after being drunk for a long time, and your spring dreams will leave no trace.
It was also the second round of gold medal posts in the June 2005 Hot Blood Six forums.
I am still drunk, and the person I killed is called Ni Chunshang. In fact, the fill-in-the-blanks were written in advance, but it wasn't very obvious yet. Unfortunately, I died after the second round of posting.
The entire process has been recorded in an E-book with passion.
Conception: