Xeno Blue

Xeno blue ——The king's tears turned into that dim blue in the alien world. Blue, everything that belongs to him is blue, a gloomy and melancholy blue. Is it fate or a curse that must involve me? And I am just one of his belongings, just the key to the lock of his heart, and that lock is tied to another woman. I will die, and I know very well that my future will still be death. I once died for another man, but the rebirth he brought me once again pushed me to a dead end. Fragments, fragments of memory. Those are the king's tears, from the alien world, a touch of dark blue. Wedge one He looked at me in horror, his eyes full of heartache and despair. He truly loved that woman, and only when he loved deeply could he be deeply hurt, so I lost. From the moment we decided to risk our lives together, I lost. The war between me and her has been lost since the moment I set foot on the road of death. To him, I was the figure that had long since faded from his heart, and my life and death had no weight. It's just that he never knew that I had that look in my eyes, that I had tasted his pain, that I had died for him, and that he had hurt me so deeply. Yes, he doesn't know, he doesn't know anything. Until that sharp knife called love penetrates my heart, until the blood that pours out has settled into hatred, until I want to use my soul to take revenge, until she wants to die in front of him, yes, he still doesn't know anything. Love is really extremely selfish, and this is my revenge. I really want to take another look at him, and take another look at the man who made me die twice. Unfortunately, I can't see anything, and the surroundings are already dark. This time... Is he really... Dead? Wedge 2: Running wildly, a sudden rain, a woman running wildly on the road, there is not a single tear on her fair, no, pale face, yes, those are all rain, all rain... Boom! There was thunder, and the woman had fallen on the roadside. An endless darkness. And I was stuck in it, keeping company with the passing memories of him, searching in this darkness, as if I was confused about the road to tomorrow. How did I die? It's no longer clear. Why did the woman in the memory fall on the roadside? It's not clear either. I have lost that body for too long, and the memories have been shattered, making it impossible for me to look back, so why bother to let go? But now, I will not look back. Oh, I have no nostalgia for the past. I have given up on him. There is no need to stay. It is better to walk away immediately, as if yesterday has no connection, yes, it has no connection. Those who die for love are doomed to be hurt by love. Who is it? Who is speaking? "Miss? This lady? Can you please go and sleep somewhere else?" What a warm voice, as if it hypnotized me...