<p>He said he hoped I would die in the spring. That way, there will be more flowers that can be placed on my grave. He was my one and only childhood friend, and I was his first love. Our tragedy is one thing. I was terminally ill and had to die at the age of 15. But somehow I survived another 10 years, Was thrown away as a toy for a night by a tyrant. But why? Why is the tyrant&rsquo;s face so familiar? &ldquo;It looks like they found the doll well this time.&rdquo; The spring flowers that decorated me, &ldquo;As long as you are by my side, you are Rowell.&rdquo; He called my name. Meeting him again after 10 years, he couldn&rsquo;t forget me, who was thought to be dead. It was ironic. Actually, I came back to kill him.</p>