This is just Lin Xingzhi's confession.
The first half of my life was unremarkable, but the second half was like a drama, full of ups and downs, making people laugh and cry.
All because of one person.
I think that without her, even if I live a mediocre life, I will live well.
It turned out that I didn't understand love, nor did I understand hatred.
I know all this.
But I didn't expect that understanding would require such a high price.
She taught me the most intense love and hate, and I was shaken to the point of trembling all over.
I once said that she was a brilliant character, and it turned out to be true.
I once thought about what if, but it was always embarrassingly rational.
I know there is no if between us, only the past and present, and no future.
But I have no regrets, no regrets about killing her.
Her love is always too twisted and extreme, and it always sweeps over many people, many innocent people... But I don't think it should be.
So I really have no regrets.
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Before she died, I had been trying to escape from her; after she died, I couldn't escape from the nightmares about her.
Ps:
Things to note:
1. This article is written in the first person by the male protagonist.
2. Because this is a writing practice by a hot chicken author, the plot is very watery and very draggy, and when I write this, I already feel that something is starting to get out of control... So please forgive me QAQ
3. I still hope that someone can comment on ORL because I don't have much motivation to write alone. I also want to practice my writing skills, so I still hope someone can see it... (It's okay to complain, in fact, I also want to complain)
Intention: Love yourself well.
