Seeing this, he could no longer continue, his mind echoed constantly with one sentence.
"If it were me, even if Kaka only had the last second left, I would want him to say 'I love you' properly. For the rest of my life, having heard those words would be my greatest comfort and happiness."
"If it were me, even if Kaka only had the last second left, I would want him to say 'I love you' properly. For the rest of my life, having heard those words would be my greatest comfort and happiness."
For the rest of my life, is that really your happiness?
Wushuang, Wushuang, my Wushuang.
How could you write such heart-shattering orange sentences, are they your true feelings, your cries?
Kaka, heartbroken, buried his face in the blanket imbued with her fragrance, hiding all his sorrow and tears. The taste of heartache, he had experienced countless times over the years, but never once was it so sharp.
As if to shred his heart, there was no escape.
