I turned around and glanced at him.
This man is really insane. It's him who wants to see a movie, and it's also him who wants to drive me away if I don't get along well with him
I stood up and walked towards the door without hesitation.
When the door was closed, I took a glance at Winson's back.
I was unhappy, but when I saw his lonely figure, I frowned.
I was about to slam the door, but I unconsciously loosened my grip.
Hearing the door closing, Winson turned around and walked into the bathroom numbly.
When the light in the bathroom was on, he saw his nose, chin and bright red nosebleed on his clothes in the mirror. He supported his hands on the edge of the sink and lowered his head, letting the blood drop into the pool, and his tears unconsciously mixed in.
He was not afraid of death, but he really didn't want to die.