The world took away the best brother, but left Xu Zong behind
The worst answer.
In the wreckage of the motorcycle snatched away on a rainy night, he clutched the ICU
The blood-stained piano score I picked up in the corridor suddenly reminded me of my brother.
Said the violin should be used for singing, not killing. Corner alley
Mouth, he watched with cold eyes and was tired of being pushed against the dirty wall and tortured
——The man's collarbone is tattooed with the same password as the music score.
He was actually humming "Requiem" when the bloody beads fell to the ground.
Seventeen-year-old Tanyan was like a sharpened sword, with dye
Bloody fingertips drew contour lines on Xu Zong's school uniform: "You
Smells like stars soaked in formalin. "
The ink on the family will is not dry yet, and there is a surprise in the secret room of the piano room.
I found my brother's death-promoting drug list. When two people are pickled by fate
The souls of the past collided on the top floor, and they finally saw clearly:
Some deaths are chronic homicides, and survivors eventually
Hands dig out the boiling truth beneath the tombstone.
Intention: We use each other's deepest lesions to stop each other's bleeding. You must first learn to breathe in decay before you can smell the fragrance of flowers at the bottom of the abyss.