The Tyrant’s Terminally Ill Childhood Friend

He said he hoped I would die in the spring.

That way, there will be more flowers that can be placed on my grave.

He was my one and only childhood friend, and I was his first love.

Our tragedy is one thing.

I was terminally ill and had to die at the age of 15.

But somehow I survived another 10 years,

Was thrown away as a toy for a night by a tyrant.

But why?

Why is the tyrant’s face so familiar?

“It looks like they found the doll well this time.”

The spring flowers that decorated me,

“As long as you are by my side, you are Rowell.”

He called my name.

Meeting him again after 10 years, he couldn’t forget me, who was thought to be dead.

It was ironic.

Actually, I came back to kill him.