I was killed by my lover, died in confused love, died in the heavy rain eighteen years ago...
"Do you love me?"
"Aqing..."
"Hold the gun in your hand, I will give you first-class merit."
I said with a smile, but I didn't know that my face was already full of tears, and the rain hit my cheek. Sir, he was holding a gun in his hand. I couldn't see clearly the expression on his face, and suddenly I felt that he had become very strange.
I am a murderer and a policeman. I have killed and saved people.
Dear sir, please don't be sad. This is the punishment I deserve. I hope that after I die, you can bury me among the stars and flowers.
"Sincerity is not a sure-fire skill, and there will be no response if you persist in remembering it. The prerequisite for being loved is to be beautiful..."
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