The first time I met you was during a heavy snowfall. You stood beside a pillar. The scene wasn't very beautiful, but I was still deeply drawn to you. Later... I fell in love with you, but I realized you seemed to have no heart. You were indifferent to everything, including me... Later still, when we completed our final mission, I wanted to hug you, but a final task appeared in my task list: Kill you! I panicked when I saw it, but my hand rose against my will. When you saw me raise my gun, a smile I had never seen before appeared on your expressionless face. You walked up to me and rested your hand on the barrel. Just as I pulled the trigger, you said three words to me. Then you pulled the trigger... Bang!! You died, and I woke up too. “So... it was only a dream...” I lay in bed and touched the face you had touched at the end of your life... It was clearly a dream, so why did it feel so real...? He Muyi... do you really exist? I kept repeating your name in bed until I almost forgot it. Afraid I really would forget you, I tried to write your name on a piece of paper, but I couldn't. In a panic, I went downstairs and got a knife. I carefully carved your name into my body with it. That way, I wouldn't forget you...
*? This story has a tragic ending. There's plenty of sweetness, if you can find it. ? Both leads are virgins (though it doesn't matter either way, since it's a tragedy).
Theme: None. Anyway, I dreamed all of this.
