Violence is a blind beast. --Tennyson
A person's life will be very long. If you are not lucky, it will be short-lived.
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Everyone left, and only two people were left in the narrow place.
"I don't know you." I stared at him, even if I couldn't see clearly, I was full of hostility. He had no reason to help a stranger.
Under the wall, there is no sunset, and human blood and water are mixed together, but not completely integrated, forming a beautiful and coquettish pattern.
The smell of blood filled the air, making people nauseous. "Of course you won't know me. I'm a freshman."
I'm not curious about his identity at all, I just want to leave this disgusting and gloomy place.
He picked up the tattered clothes on the ground and left without looking back.
He may join this group of wild dogs in the future, or become the meat of wild dogs, but this has nothing to do with me.
He is just a passerby...
Later, I was slapped in the face by this annoying guy: "Zhou Quan, I'm here!..."
Zhou Quan: The haunting guy
Lin Jing: You can't get rid of me
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Romance, about violence, a bit sadistic, HE, mostly first person, occasionally interspersed with other perspectives, there will be notes, saved and written in the early stage, and irregularly in the future (the writing is not good, sorry, sorry)
Purpose: Resolutely oppose all violence
