Fanwai * Kai

Before I met him, I had no idea that one day I would fall in love with someone.

I'm a killer.

What accompanies me the most is the cold guns.

During that time in the training camp, the blood on my hands never broke.

It's someone else's.

Inside, in addition to completing high-intensity training every day, it is to snipe a few companions from time to time.

This is deliberately arranged by the organization.

If you don't kill each other, you will die yourself.

Companions who meet together and train together every day can kill each other the next day.

Become a ghost under the opponent's gun.

These days have not stopped since I entered the training camp when I was three years old.

When I kill, I never blink.

Watching them fall silently under my gun, I will only pay attention to see if their blood has spilled on me.

There is not the slightest thought about the loss of a human life.

Everyone thinks I'm cold-blooded.

Of course, killers are pretty much all of that.

But rumors about me.

The most labeled I was "cold-blooded, ruthless", followed by "cold beauty".

Someone used eight words to summarize me "not confused, not trapped in love".

These eight words were later broken by a man who crashed into my life.

At first, I was just curious because I could hear his footsteps.

In the crowd, only his voice pierced through the noise and reached my eardrums with great clarity.

It can't be filtered or even blocked by me as usual.

When I saw him in the bathroom, and when I saw the chest sticker he dropped outside, my first thought was - how small this must be, to use such a thick chest sticker, I don't know how his boyfriend would feel.

At the time, I didn't think he was a boy.

And the facts have proved that his later boyfriend really doesn't have any ideas.

It's just that the fake chest has become a flat chest.

After being with me, he didn't pretend to be a girl again.

Also, it was a work necessity at that time.

But now he has me.

I have no relatives since I was a child, and if I am a friend, Chi Xin can barely be regarded as one.

I know that Chi Xin regards me as a friend of life and death, so he will warn the other party when Lin Lin is taken advantage of by the poisonous wolf.

Lin Lin has relatives, but he rarely goes back.

When we weren't together, every time I went back, I felt like I was insane.

I'm afraid that if he has the warmth of a family, he will forget me.

But he clearly didn't like to go home.

Seems to prefer to stay with me.

He loves watching me cook for him.

Every time I watched him eat my cooking, eating with relish, my lower stomach was hot, and the urge to press him on the table was extremely strong.

I want to kiss him.

Kiss hard.

Later, the dream came true.

He was drugged and lunged at me.

The touch of the poisonous wolf, but at the moment of my arrival, he desperately threw himself into my arms.

He wanted to give him to me in one piece.

That night, he called my name in pleasure.

Looking at the way he was sweating profusely, I felt that it was worth dying.

When I learned that Lin Lin was taken to the secret door by the old man, I was already prepared for the worst.

If something happens to Lin Lin, I will end my life in front of him.

This is my view of love.

In the same way, if I knew that I might die, I would take Lin Lin with me.

Even though...... He didn't want to.

It's the way I like to be alone, to die, to die together.

Either live together or die together.

So I really can't understand the practice of hiding my death for the sake of the people I love.

What's so good about that?

If you will suffer, won't your loved ones suffer?

So later, I fell in love with the movie "Titanic".

One of my favorite scenes in it is when the male protagonist Jack says to the female protagonist: "Youjump, Ijump."

Life and death go hand in hand.