I have an exquisite red glass lamp.
But my boyfriend is even fonder of it than I am, to the point that he can hardly bear to part with it.
He set the red glass lamp on his bedside table.
At first, everything was normal.
But in the end, he died.
He died because of the thing he loved most, the thing I had specially prepared for him:
The red glass lamp.
Theme: Keep a kind heart
