Love, please don't bloom

Chapter 1

Love, please don't bloom.

Carefully pry open a crack among the red flowers and green leaves of love, and you'll see something terrifying... The source of terror is hatred; hatred that grows from the soil of love is more intense than love itself. Thus, terror arises, a terror that feels like being electrocuted in the midst of mundane life, recharging your weary heart.

Hearts in a glass bottle

The moon was very bright that day. Xiao Qiao was cold, so she snuggled up to him. He hugged her back, and the two of them trembled as they pressed their lips together.

Afterwards, Xiao Qiao silently looked at Zhen Jili, her lips red and moist, her eyes glistening with tears. She asked anxiously, "...Could she be pregnant?"

A heart in a glass bottle (1)

Zhen Jili (what an unlucky name) kept wondering what it would feel like to have a bullet lodged in the back of his head.

The thought of this problem made him feel empty inside.

He remained in the death row, wearing heavy handcuffs and shackles, unable to move an inch, awaiting the metal bullet that would be cremated along with him.

And now, that cold bullet is still on the cartridge case, still in the holster of some young policeman.

The young policeman was probably on a date with his beautiful girlfriend at that moment, and the girl's slender hand touched it during their kiss.

Her small hands were warm and soft, incredibly sexy...

The day was finally approaching.

It was as if they were teasing Zhen Jili; instead of using a gun to execute him, they changed it to drug injection.

To adapt to that horror, he imagined being shot countless times, each imagining being extremely painful.

But now, people change their minds so easily.

He was reportedly the first prisoner to die from lethal injection; whether that was lucky or unlucky is unknown.

He seemed to prefer accepting the warhead.

He had some common sense about guns and bullets, some preparation, and some imagination. But he knew nothing about lethal injection, and his heart sank into an abyss of fear.

He felt that the feeling of death from a bullet would be instantaneous, a delicate and profound moment. But the feeling of death from drugs would most likely be prolonged, like a blood-red sea of clouds at dusk, a strange and ethereal phenomenon.

Ever since he was sentenced to death, he had been utterly despondent, like a walking corpse, constantly imagining bullets flying towards him. But when he learned that he would be killed by lethal injection, he suddenly felt weightless and tried to escape like a madman.

But there were walls all around, so many that even a tank couldn't break through them...

He had no relatives; they were all dead.

No one came until he was executed.

Even Xiao Qiao didn't come.

He always felt that he should be considered to have committed a capital offense because of Xiao Qiao.

The day has come.

The weather that day seemed no different from usual.

Zhen Jili was taken out of the death row cell.

The moment has arrived; he is about to be sent to the torture chamber.

In fact, the execution ground was located inside the prison compound, only a few hundred meters away from his cell.

The execution chamber was empty and quite clean. There was a special iron frame on which the prisoner lay down; it was even somewhat comfortable, except that his limbs and head had to be secured. Then, people in white coats would come over and gently administer injections.

But the execution vehicle had to drive around the streets with its siren on before returning to carry out the execution. Perhaps it was to let him take one last look at the bustling world, or perhaps it was to create an atmosphere of justice and to deter those with criminal tendencies.

Zhen Jili couldn't sit up and slumped in the car.

His pants were a little hot, but quickly became very cold.

Inside the death row van sat two doctors, forensic pathologists.

Both doctors were men, both in their fifties, and both had kind faces. They were both wearing white coats that weren't very clean.

Zhen Jili knew one of them; of course he knew him—he was Xiao Qiao's father.

If it weren't for his constant obstruction, he would have become Zhen Jili's other father by now.

Dr. Qiao seemed not to recognize Zhen Jili and chatted leisurely with another person in a white coat.

They discussed the issue of prices.

Dr. Qiao was quite angry when he mentioned that the price of potatoes at the local market had doubled in just six months. Later, they talked about movie ticket prices.

Finally, Dr. Qiao pointed at Zhen Jili and asked another person in a white coat, "Have you seen this death row inmate's medical report?"

Another person said, "I've seen him. Apart from a slight stomach problem, he's fine."

Dr. Qiao reached out and gently pressed Zhen Jili's chest, saying, "I'll remove his heart in a bit."

Another said, "I'll take his cornea."

Zhen Jili voluntarily offered to donate her heart and corneas.

At this moment, Zhen Jili blinked as he watched the two doctors' mouths, like an animal. He was no longer sad, no longer complaining, no longer afraid.

His eyes were vacant, and his body seemed to have prematurely turned into a pile of corpses that had nothing to do with him.

When Zhen Jili was in middle school, she often had a strange dream:

In the darkness, he walked unsteadily down an empty road, the clear sound of bells ringing behind him: "Ding-ling ding-ling ding-ling..."

Looking back, a horse-drawn carriage came running.

Inside the carriage was a square, black carriage with a door covered by a black curtain. Strangely, there was no one driving.

He thought, maybe the driver was sitting in the car.

Sure enough, the carriage stopped as it passed by him. A corner of the door opened, revealing a face that was very pale. The man said, "Get in and let's go."

He shook his head warily.

The black curtain was lowered, and the carriage continued on its way.

The sound of the bells faded into the distance, and the world returned to silence.

Then, he heard the sound of monks chanting sutras in the distance, very orderly and very urgent.

As he walked, he heard footsteps behind him again.

He turned around and saw a pair of brown rain boots. No one wore them, yet they were walking on the ground.

He stopped abruptly and stared intently at the rain boots.

As it passed by Zhen Jili, it seemed to pause, as if there was an unseen person above it who wanted to say something to him, but ultimately didn't, quickened its pace, and walked on.

It's getting farther and farther away...

How could a pair of rain boots possibly walk on the ground? Zhen Jili was terrified and decided to chase after it until she understood.

His mistake lies in this. There are many things that can never be truly understood.

He started running, getting closer and closer to the pair of running rain boots.

It didn't seem to be an adult rain boot, nor a children's rain boot; it was a little smaller than an adult's and a little larger than a child's. As it walked, it seemed to sense someone following it, turned around, pointed its toes at him, and stopped.

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Hearts in glass bottles (2)

Zhen Jili's heart was pounding faster and faster. He picked up a brick from the roadside and gripped it tightly in his hand.

"Who are you!" he asked tremblingly.

The rain boots moved, slowly walking towards him.

Terrified, he raised the brick and hurled it at the plant. He heard a scream, and then the rain boots staggered, finally coming to a stop, toes pointing upwards.

He was so frightened that he turned and ran!

He ran for a while, then looked back. The road was empty; there was nothing there. But he didn't stop; he kept running!

"Ding-ling ding-ling ding-ling..." The bell rang again.

He looked back and saw the same carriage again.

As it passed him, it stopped again. The black curtain was lifted slightly, revealing a pale face. It said, "Get in the car and let's go?"

Zhen Jili was too exhausted to run any further, so he climbed on. The carriage swayed and wobbled forward.

It was pitch black inside the car; I couldn't see anything.

"Why don't you open the door?" Zhen Jili asked as she fumbled around.

The man said in the darkness, "This car has no doors."

At that time, Zhen Jili and Xiao Qiao got together, which could be considered puppy love.

Looking back, he felt a sweet feeling.

He and Xiao Qiao both studied at a railway school.

One day after school, Zhen Jili rode an old bicycle home and saw Xiao Qiao walking on the side of the road, her foot looking injured.

He stopped and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Qiao said, "I sprained my ankle."

He said, "Get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

Xiao Qiao came over and gently supported his waist before getting into his car.

As he pedaled, Zhen Jili said, "Why are you getting heavier and heavier?"

She peered down and said, "Your tire is flat."

So they all got off the cart and went to find a place to pump up the tires.

Passing by an ice cream stand, Zhen Jili saw a bad boy named Ka Hei and a few other young men squatting on the ground eating ice cream.

Kaha shouted, "Why are you limping? Did you get stabbed?"

Kahei attends the railway school. Although they are not in the same class, Zhen Jili has heard of him. He is ruthless and no one dares to mess with him.

Zhen Jili pretended not to hear.

Kahei added, "It must have been inserted!"