The Resurrection Fruit of Love

A voice kept echoing in my ears, "Go! Go! Go and pick off that flower! Go and pick off that flower! Go! Go..." I was like a machine, making stiff movements. I stood up and walked slowly towards the garden, and the voice kept urging me. I seemed to be sleepwalking and had no idea what I was doing. Only one sentence repeatedly appeared in my mind: "Go and pick off the flowers!"... With a "click", the flower was broken by me! "Ah -" Those beautiful flowers screamed, and then a lot of bright red liquid flowed out. What was it? I brought the work to my nose and sniffed it, "the fishy smell" - blood! "Hahaha! You finally killed her! Hahaha..." The harsh laughter came to mind again, so unpleasant! I suddenly woke up and felt my hands were cold, so I looked down, "Ah -" I screamed, "Blood! Blood! Why is it all blood?! No, no, no -" I screamed like crazy, my heart hurt so much! It feels like it's about to burst! ... A ray of white light shot out from the heart of the flower and surrounded me. I stretched out my hand to the senior, hoping that he could hold me back from being sucked in by the white light, but everything was of no avail - I had already been swallowed up by the white light...