“Want me to teach you a few moves? Next time someone bullies you, you’ll be able to protect yourself.”
Her eyes were as clear as the sea, the corners crinkling with a smile.
Rain pelted my face, chilling me to the bone.
“That hitman was so cool. He never betrayed his dignity, even at the end. That’s a real man.”
There were faint bite marks on her soda straw as she looked at me with admiration.
Blood kept pouring from my chest. Jiang Shan was a terrifying monster—his final stab had drained all my will to fight. If I hadn’t set those explosives in advance, buying myself those crucial thirty seconds, I’d be a corpse by now.
“If you bring me a bouquet every day for a hundred days, I’ll date you.”
She said it with cool bravado, but couldn’t hide the blush on her cheeks.
I must have lost all my blood. That stab near my heart—pull it out, and I’d see the Death.
I gave a bitter smile. I’d imagined this ending countless times, but now that it was real, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. I really wasn’t ready to go.
“Don’t be late. I hate men who are late.”
Her sweet dimpled smile under the little white umbrella as she said goodbye replayed in my mind.
“Grandma, a bouquet of flowers, please.” I struggled to lift my arm, handing money to the elderly flower vendor.
She glanced down at me, then let out a startled scream, abandoning her basket and stumbling across the street in terror.
“What’s her problem? Do I really look that bad?”
I tossed the money into the basket, grabbed a white rose, and with the last of my strength, walked alone into the rainy night.
The End