For so many years, I have kept my feelings a secret because the two of them are very happy. Although they have experienced some hardships along the way, the outcome is good. They are a couple who have been together for life and are very happy.
I have no reason or excuse to ruin their happiness.
After all, my original intention was to make her happy.
It's a pity that, as a friend and comrade, having been by her side for so long, it all came to an abrupt end at this moment.
Because I am on my way to the execution ground.
Unfortunately, I was arrested for harboring members of the organization, and they couldn't get a single name out of me.
So they broke my arms and legs.
Sigh~
I'm so miserable~
He's about to be publicly hanged, becoming a ghost of the dead.
Why did it have to be a hanged ghost? It's probably the ugliest way to die.
It would be so much better if you just shot me in the head.
He shouldn't have died such a gruesome death.
If she comes to collect my body, will she be scared?
So, before I die, I have two wishes: one is to see her one last time, and the other is that she won't be frightened by my corpse.
That seems a bit contradictory, hahaha.
My mask was roughly ripped off, and the blinding light made it impossible for me to open my eyes.
Actually, I had already heard people whispering and guessed their silence.
Actually, I don't care at all. I'm going to die anyway, so who cares about these things?
As I listened to the people on the platform arrogantly reciting my crimes, I tried to open my eyes, attempting to find those beautiful eyes in the crowd.
I found it!
It's a pity that her eyes were filled with tears, red and swollen. I really couldn't bear to see her cry.
I raised my blood-stained lips, smiled at her, winked, and tilted my head to look at her.
She raised her hand and wiped away her tears; she knew I didn't want to see her cry.
After seeing this, my first wish was fulfilled.
I shook my head, meaning I didn't want her to look anymore; my face was already ugly enough, covered in blood.
She did indeed turn her head away, and then I saw the man beside her, the man I had always regarded as an adversary yet considered a confidant, raise his pistol.
My hands and feet are broken, my body is covered in injuries, my lungs are leaking air, and I have to tie a wooden stick around my waist to straighten up.
There's really no point in trying to save it.
To die at his hands is a fitting end.
So I closed my eyes.
Three shots: to the heart, chest, and collarbone.
It didn't hit my handsome face, so I guess that's a wish fulfilled.
Throughout my life, since meeting them, I, Chen Hede, have been blessed with good fortune, so I have no regrets in dying.
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