Thick night colors flowed down like splashing ink.
In the dark room, the man was leaning on the bed.
The dim light of the screen flickered in the empty pupils, replacing the excitement during the day.
1. How did it get to this point...
Would you fall in love with a dying person? …
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The white hands rubbed the keyboard, and then gradually tightened, and the nails were embedded in the skin.
He closed his eyes tightly and tried not to make a sound, but his breathing became heavier due to the strength of his hands. In the end, it was like the whimpering of a trapped animal collapsing.
He opened his heavy eyelids feebly, looked at the person on the bed, and almost gritted his teeth and called out the name——
"Revenge, hatred, wildness."
Intention: Consider it a two-way redemption