Messy hair fell down on her shoulders, and her eyes stared at the bathtub in front of her, full of despair and dim. After all, her eyes couldn't hold the full and crystal tears, rolling down her cheeks and falling on her collarbone. "Anyway... They're all gone," she choked, feeling like an easily broken string in her heart. The corners of her mouth trembled, and her eyes were lowered, looking at the sharp and dimly shining knife on the sink. She sobbed, then stepped into the bathtub and collapsed limply inside - cold, and hopeless.
She picked up the knife tremblingly, frowning, as if she had made up her mind. She looked at the knife in her hand and cut the delicate skin on her wrist.
The blood grew like a rose, and the bright petals seemed to wither in an instant - one drop, two drops... She closed her eyes, and another tear fell down her shoulder. The blood bloomed in the water in the vat, like pearls scattered in the water under the dim and mottled light, and then dyed the water in the bathtub red.
In the mirror, she was leaning against the wall, her black hair soaked in water, and the blood on her wrist was flowing slowly, like time...
Suddenly, the door opened.
Zhang Zeyan looked at the scene in front of him and frowned. "..." He stepped into the bathtub, leaned over and picked her up from the water. The blood-red water soaked his white shirt, spreading along the fibers, confusing and intoxicating. "It's you..." She looked at the man in front of her hazily, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain in her head - "You can't die." He looked at Song Tang, his eyes suddenly saw an inch of light, "So you have always been here." Song Tang smiled slightly.
Intention: There will always be someone who emerges from the abyss to save you