People always feel regret only when they have done something irreparable. However, there is no regret medicine in this world, and you are not a god who can turn back time, so you can only slowly perish with regret.
Shuang Shuang thinks he is a pretty good person; he believes he can at least hold out for a while before others arrive, and he thought the person in front of him might hesitate because of his companions. But in fact, there are not so many assumptions, nor so many "at least," and when he is lifted up on the spot, he realizes his calculations mean absolutely nothing to this person.
In terms of coldness, he thinks this person is much colder than he ever was. There's not much time to think about these things. His hands desperately clutch the hand on his neck, leaving him no room to resist; his legs flail wildly, hoping someone will arrive quickly.
