"Zhi Yao, Zhi Yao, it's all my fault."
"Zhang Chaoen, do you know what you are doing?"
The blood seeping from Zhang Chaoen's forehead dripped onto Gao Zhiyao's neck, and behind him was the noise of the whole city.
His trembling hands touched her face, "Zhiyao, I'm sorry."
The redemption she thought was half his life spent.
Intention: Be is the normal state of life
