"Mo Ying, you are a devil, a freak, a selfish ghost, no one will like you!" The woman gasped and struggled to crawl towards Mo Ying, glaring at her. Blood slid down from the woman's forehead, corners of her eyes, face, and neck. The woman's vision was completely confused by the color red, but her blood-stained hands pulled at the aqua blue clothes.
"Both each other." The cold voice was devoid of any emotion.
"He won't like you, no, never... Ah~"
The night is silent. The moon falls quietly like water in the sky. The sound of leaking water dripping, drop by drop, was clear and cold. The long, dark street was now baptized with the smell of rust, making it look charming and strange.
Under the snowy moonlight, Mo Ying walked alone, murmuring: "He will, he will love me, he will..."
Why? The darkness was full of expectations, but there was more silent helplessness.
If you can't forget, all that's left of love is the warmth in your hands; only then do you realize that happiness is just a short-lived phantom.
Someone once asked me what eternity is? Someone once asked me what betrayal is?
And I just laughed it off.
(This article is about love, family, friendship, a little bit of beauty, betrayal but loyalty. If you like reading, please come and step in!!)