Give Me a Rose

Many nights in prison, Xie Yue would dream about Er Er. He seemed to be possessed by a nightmare, always dreaming of Shen Er'er smiling at him on the bed in that room, with blood dripping from his mouth, dyeing his clothes red, ticking, ticking, and winding to his feet. He lowered his head and raised his feet. The sticky scarlet blood was all over the place, and his eyes were scarlet, which was disgusting. Shen Er'er often felt that he was a depressed person teetering on the edge of the cliff, murmuring, his heart filled with helpless sadness, helpless, and nothing could help. There are always only the same four words in the diary, but they are getting more and more scrawled and chaotic, and the handwriting is becoming more and more laborious. "Not today." "Not today." "Not today." "…" Last page. "Please don't come to my funeral, darling. That would make me happy." "Have a nice day, have a nice day." Xie Gui has done many unconventional things in his life. He seems carefree and carefree, just hoping someone can save him. But they only glimpsed the beast from a distance and left. Later, he finally saw the book she had always cherished. It was not classical literature at all. The fluent font is stamped on the cover. "Love in the Time of Cholera" by García Márquez. He almost trembled as he opened the book, page by page, as if he could mend her once broken body. Finally, he saw two lines of words circled in red pen. - "If one day, love and I die at the same time, please commemorate me with a rose."