When Adam arrived here, he was in a sorry state, his clothes smeared with mud.
He had a gunshot wound on his waist.The injuries are not serious., but it bled a lot.
It must not have been an easy journey.
When he saw me, he smiled joyfully.
The usual gloom was gone, leaving behind only his most sincere smile.
For the first time, he was very talkative:
"There was a little accident on the way here, but those cops were pretty good to me, even missed their shot. I might have only an hour before they catch up here, but there's still enough time."
From the beginning, it was never a win-win. Or rather, Adam never intended to come out unscathed.
I bit my lip, pulling a not so ugly smile for him.
He continued, "I have a gift for you."
He opened the wardrobe.
Inside was a set of white wedding dress and a suit.
I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.
He changed into the suit, then admonished me, "Don't cry, is marrying me that painful?"
His fingers brushed my cheek.
Then, with resignation, he pursed his lips, "Still can't wipe it away."
Once everything was ready, he filled the bathtub with water.
He had plucked the black baccara roses on the table into petals and scattered them in the bathtub.
It covered the bathtub in red.
I watched this scene with restrained agony.
Ultimately, I couldn't help but say, "Can we not do this..."
But this was ultimately a dead end.
I couldn't naively stop him.
Adam had been prepared from the start.
But I couldn't bear it; he was so talented and such a kind person.
Yet he proceeded.
I cried even more sorrowfully, "This shouldn't be your end, you shouldn't suffer like this..."
I hoped he will live peacefully through old age, I hoped he would be safe and sound.
Adam was in pain, his brows clearly furrowed.
Yet he leaned against the smooth tiles, smiling.
He looked at me tenderly, "No, Jasmine, I've never been happier."
His lips turned pale.
"Do you know? In the one year and six months you were gone, I missed you so much that I didn't dare to see you. I was afraid I'd fall apart."
"But you appeared again when I was most shattered." His tears dripped into his black hair. "At that moment, my world lit up again, so let's die a little later."
"I haven't been with another woman, those were people I hired." He chuckled hoarsely, "I told them my lover has a mental illness, always thinks she's dead, just play along."
"Do you know? You're so adorable."
I cried even harder.
"But you'll never know, every second without you is meaningless."
I continued to cry.
He laughed unrestrainedly, "Are you wailing?"
"Think of something happy, like that we could make a ghost movie together now."
"Get lost!"
He was somewhat weak, "Hmm, but is there a smartphone down there?"
"Yes, Uphone's out with the 28 now."
"Then I want a MAX."
"Just kidding, how could that be?"
He didn't respond again.
I knew.
My black baccara rose was about to wither.
I kissed the back of his hand.
"Adam, I love you."
He gripped my chin, and kissed me.
"I love you more."
