I was killed by the person I loved. I died lost in love's confusion, died in that torrential downpour eighteen years ago...
"Do you love me?"
"A Qing..."
"Grip your gun tight. Your big brother will get you a first-class merit award."
I said with a smile, not realizing that tears were already streaming down my face. Rain struck my cheeks. My husband held a gun in his hand, and I couldn't make out the expression on his face. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger.
I am both a murderer and a police officer. I have killed people and saved people.
My dear husband, please don't be sad. This is the punishment I deserve. After I die, I hope you'll bury me among a field of baby's breath.
"Sincerity isn't a guaranteed winning move. Longing for someone won't make them return your feelings. The prerequisite for being loved is being beautiful..."
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