Shirley's eyes were open, she was looking at me, I was holding her body and could feel her body heat fading away, I didn't know what I should do, my heart desperately wanted what was happening now to be a dream I had! I pinched myself hard, hoping to wake up from the dream as soon as possible, but the scene in front of me did not change.
Sure enough, it's not a dream!
Shirley was dead! I looked down at her face, tears kept dripping down her face, my hands trembled, stroking her wounds, I could feel the wounds were inflicted by a flat long sharp instrument.
With my right arm supporting Shirley's body and my right hand touching the wound behind her, my heart was extremely sad and I could be sure that Shirley was killed by someone who hurt Shirley twice and informed me to come here after k
