[Crazy criticizing vs. Crazy criticizing and accepting]
My boy turned his eyes to me, and I seemed to be thrown into the rose bushes, with thorns piercing my skin and blood gushing out.
When love becomes poisonous, when two people embrace each other until each other's bones scream.
Then I knew that I had nowhere to escape.
"I love you." A whiplash.
"I love you." An escape.
"Who do you love?" His voice echoed in my ears.
The man who had raised me for four years, wrapped around my neck like a poisonous snake, and indifferently persecuted and robbed me of my life, showed a familiar smile. His tenderness and sweetness were like flowers in the moonlight in a dream.
Of course he is my boy.
Mine.
"Kiss me again." I stared at the man's fragile face, raised the corners of my mouth, and stretched out my hands stained with blood.
It seems that I am Shura.
…
"There is a body buried under that poplar tree."
PS:
①The main point is the main point, 1v1 (the key point).
②The copywriting is the first story, a collection of very, very short short stories, with new stories dropped from time to time (key points).
③The copywriting was written by my friend, thank you very much! Chirmi~~
④The early secondary writing style may be modified in the future (if you are not lazy)
Intention: Fall in love and kill each other, obsessed with awakening
