Written madly
That night I was sitting by the river with him, and I suddenly asked him: "Why are you called Lu Yuandao?"
He thought for a while and said: "Well... I came all the way to meet you."
I blushed with embarrassment: "Then don't leave me in the future."
"Definitely not"
But when I received his death certificate, my hands were shaking. I ran to the morgue and looked at the man lying on the cold bed. There were 13 scars attached to his body, all of which were stab wounds.
"You made a mistake, Lu Yuandao"
"You said that those who lie will go to 18 levels of hell."
Intention: try