C525 I'm Not Old Yet!

She threw herself into my arms, her words almost penetrating my soul. Yes, are you afraid of morality if you don't even fear death? Even if they weren't afraid of death, why would they be afraid of each other? I held her, I hurt her, I closed my eyes, I could feel her heart, I could feel it clearly, I held her, we held her for a long time, she suddenly became angry, she cried