Death has no scythe

The essence of love is... what is it?Are they addicted to each other and fall into depravity?With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.The people in the room were a little uncomfortable with the light, and their eyelids kept flickering, "You really..." He stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence, and he couldn't believe the people in front of him.The man at the door turned against the light, but he was still so gentle that he couldn't help but be moved. "I'm not hurting anyone anymore, look...the blood-colored wings penetrated by the chains slowly opened, revealing a body covered in scars. There were cluttered footsteps outside the door, and the man hurried out the door." . The door was closed again by the man, and there was a dead silence inside. The footsteps were far away, and the young man closed his wings again and murmured, "You are not here to save me this time." "