The back of his head was smashed into the angle protruding from the stairs, bleeding immediately, and then his whole body tumbled downward, over and over, faster and faster. His cane, dropped on the cold stone steps, lay still.

Midway through, his head hit the hard marble wall again, but that didn't stop him from continuing to tumble downward.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Knock, knock, knock."

Until he fell to the ground, "bang", his forehead hit the marble pillar at the end of the staircase, and then he completely stopped.

Rodney lay curled up on the ground, looking hunched over, old and lifeless, with a bowl-sized bloody hole in his forehead.

Charlotte stared dumbfounded, her lips trembling, at what she had created with her own hands.

out,

blood spread out in all directions, just like a hideous bloody hand, reaching infinitely into

white light rose before his eyes. He struggled to open his eyes wide and saw that it

pale yellow dress, the hem of her dress flying in the wind. She was coming towards him from under the dense and flourishing willow trees. Her soft hands, gently tracing over the low shrubs, gently caressed the tender shoots. A bright smile shallowly hung on her lips,

she had noticed his presence. The curvature of her lips gradually pulled up,

moment, and

he and she, in the military district, first

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"Mia... Mia..."

his voice hoarse and inaudible. He knew that his time was up and that Mia had

Charlotte, the wicked girl, had just extended her evil hands to him and pushed him down the stairs with her own hands. She is a fake. She must have used some tricks to take Joyce's place. She must have found a way to

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