I'm the daughter of a drug lord and he's a cop, I should have known there was no way we could.
Until he knelt on his knees, a pair of trembling hands gently hugged my almost stiff body. His narrow peach blossom eyes were shrouded in sadness, and even the mole at the end of his eyes looked particularly sad.
I used my last bit of strength to raise my left hand and brush it over the small mole. I slowly closed my eyes and said, "Forget me."
The bleak autumn wind swept away the flower language that I was too weak to hear clearly, and then let them dissipate in the autumn wind. The bright red blood under his body spread out in all directions, and finally turned into the shape of a huge poppy flower, and gradually dried up.
Intention: None
