"Heh heh heh..."
He sneered coldly, grabbing her fair little hand, stuffing a bottle of alcohol into it, then grasped her hand, swinging it heavily toward his head.
"Bang—"
The bottle shattered against his head, and suddenly a wave of bloodiness rushed into her eyes.
He hugged her tightly, holding her, and kissed her earlobe: "Ha! Aren't you the one who wants my life? Take it... take it, it's all yours, if you have the guts, don't cry, don't cry, have the guts not to cry!!"
"Sweetheart, do you believe me when I say it pains me to see you cry?"
"Heh..."
Holding her tight, he fainted onto her, blood flowing profusely onto her clothes, and for the first time, he felt like a heavy mountain pressing upon oneself.
She had long been crying uncontrollably, her whole body colorless.
...
Afterwards, she guarded him in the hospital for two months.
Two months later, he was discharged.
Doctor said he had lost his memory, remembered nothing of everything!
