"Vik, please stop crying, okay?" Tf gently put Vik on the sofa. A faint trace of blood stained the white sofa.
They were such young lovers, and they spent their youth to the fullest.
"But if I don't cry, will these blood stains disappear?" Vil looked at TF.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you worry."
Vik looked at tf quietly, pushed him away, and walked to the kitchen. The golden color of salad oil mixed with blood slowly flowed down his leg. Vik looked at the leg as if he was not the owner of the leg, but his face became increasingly pale. His white teeth bit hard on his red lips that looked like bleeding. The white marks all declared his pain.
He spoke as if he was dying: "Why don't you say sorry now? Kneel at my feet and say sorry to me, why don't you say it!"
Tf's hands trembled as he took the salad oil mixed with blood, and the golden oil stains slid down his palms with some meridians.
"Let go." Vick's voice became colder and colder.
Tf didn't say a word, nor did he stop moving.
The sunlight gradually seeped in through the gap between them. . . . . . The increasingly heavy sobbing made people's hearts twitch violently.