He just stood there and watched my fingers being amputated. I didn't understand why he could be so cruel.
I died in the hands of the season and the person I loved most, and I have no regrets.
My life is worthless. If I can exchange it for his smile, that's enough.
Before my consciousness completely disappeared, a hand caressed my face. I tried hard to open my eyes and take a look, but found that I could not do anything. I was greedy for the warmth brought by that hand, and slowly the hand left my face. I knew that it was a chasm that could only be crossed, but I imagined that I could feel the warmth for a while longer. In the end, all that was left was the residual warmth.
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