I don't know how to describe love and hatred in a suspenseful atmosphere. I only know that everything is just fate and has nothing to do with anything else.
We are a perfect match on the battlefield, teammates with a tacit understanding,
I just don't know what's left of us after the battlefield.
Is the 48-day game of death our last battle? Maybe, maybe not, what could I expect?
There are many disputes, but I dare not say it clearly. Are you the coward, or am I? Did I overestimate someone, or did you underestimate something? I don't know...
The road to the battlefield has been smooth sailing for us. We have a tacit understanding of cooperation and there is nothing wrong with it.
What about after the battlefield? We lost everything and lost everything. In the end, both sides suffered losses. In the end, even we ourselves can't stand it, how can we feel so embarrassed?