Don't ask me if the ending is a happy ending or a sad ending. When I wrote this, Bai Jiming was sitting right opposite me, with that calm and gentle smile on his face. I really don't know what method Liao Weixin used to make such a calm person go crazy and then fall into his arms obediently. I didn't think he was forcing me, I thought almost maliciously.
I wish the ending was BE, and I could look at Bai Jiming's gloomy face and feel smug. Unfortunately, there was no disease, no car accident, no missing limbs, no muteness or deafness. None of those things that should bring about abuse happened to these two people. They, like you and me, live peacefully in this city called S.
But what should I write? Wouldn't it be boring and just like a chronicle? Okay, I admit that this is a vulgar story. If you don't like it, please avoid it.
Bai Jiming glanced at the above text and chuckled, "Sure enough, it's Shen's style, writing openly and implicitly. And he said the ugly words first to avoid being criticized."
I sighed: "Can you not be so direct?"
Bai Ji Ming smiled.
You damned little bottom, I decided to torture you!