We have known each other for one year, two years, three years... So many years.
I got married and you didn't stop me. I visited a brothel and you didn't stop me. I took a concubine, but you still didn't stop me. Of course, if you want to kill me, I won't stop you.
I killed the famous prostitute Mu Zijue, and that was the first time I saw the rage in your eyes, and then it disappeared.
You raised your eyes indifferently and handed me the flowing deadly poison in your hand without saying a word. I smiled, my body trembling, and slowly stretched out my hand to take it.
"You still hate me so much, Zimo." I said.
"It's always been like this." You smiled, calmly.
"I hate you too..." I raised my head to look at him, but I couldn't see any affection for me.
"Yeah." You decided my life or death with just one word.
I really hate you, hate you...
"Brother Zimo..."