Rooftop
"Do you hate me?" Weng Yiyun looked directly at Zhao Dan's face, which had many scars.
Zhao Dan said calmly, more like he heard what the weather was like today: "Hate? What do you hate?"
Weng Yiyun was stunned: "I-I couldn't save her..."
The withered grass roots in the alley became lush and green, and the moss under the feet of everyone on the rooftop slowly faded away. .
The bloody cement floor became clean and translucent, as if the rain had been falling, diluting the blood.
Intention: love