Wanton Youth

She, carrying the identity of the murderer, came to him and wanted to atone for her sins. He, together with the murderer of his girlfriend, just wanted to avenge his girlfriend. He had been waiting behind her, just waiting for her to turn around. After coming to her side, she met him again who was waiting so hard. She had those unbridled and sad pasts that were devouring her bone marrow again, like blunt knives that dug out the pain she had about to forget. She stabbed him slowly until a low cry escaped from the corner of her lips, turned around and walked to his side, or stayed by his side to continue atonement. . . . . .