I think I started falling in love with Alois when I saw this expression on his face.
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We are worms, corpse worms rotting under endless malice.
We are humble, humble in order to long for a trace of love.
I love you so much that I will haunt you throughout my life, and when I die, I will be one of those corpse worms on your body, gnawing at the only thing you have left in this world.
Even without a soul, I still love you until it hurts.
We are so similar yet so different.
We hurt each other, but we are so attached to each other.
What blood brings to me is definitely not as simple as sight and smell.
It is a beautiful movement in which the soul is rotting and the body is gradually dying.
The memorial of blood, the pleasure of blood.
Love is like blood, instantly dyed red through the snow-white cloth.
On the day when the corpse was like dirt, the devil cut it into pieces.
After a short time, the corpse looked like a puppet.
Back in action.
Will be repeated again, and again.
The writing is poor, and my brain is still in its infancy. Please point out some of the places where I am pretentious and I will correct them~!
I like the master, but I will not slander 32 and 384, but there is absolutely no guarantee that the characters will be out of shape.
Actually it's ALL Alois, but it might not be. It depends on what you think of this article.
Isn't it?