"Would you be better off if I died?"
When Lin Hao heard this, he felt as if he was stabbed by a knife. Tears instantly gathered in his eyes, and tears like pearls fell down his cheeks.
He looked at Xiao Lin Chen, who was wearing a big trench coat and messy hair.
He closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes stained with tears.
When he opened his eyes, there was darkness in front of him. Xiao Linzhen disappeared. He suddenly saw a familiar face, but it was black and white. It was his lover.
He understood that he was in front of Lin Chen's tombstone
He understood that Lin Chen had not appeared at all these days, it was just his fantasy.
Intention: sudden whim, be literature