How can everything be saved?

Even the direction facing him turned into nothingness - after waiting for so long, he unexpectedly ended up with an incomparable despair and an incomparable nothingness.

She stood on tiptoe and suddenly saw the lights from afar opposite her.

Her heart tightened.

Oh, the lights.

Who lit a beacon?

Is it the first time I lit it tonight, or did it take me a long time to light it, and I never knew it?

When she was about to look closely, she felt that her eyes were blurred, as if someone sighed deeply in the darkness. The sigh was so familiar, so deep and so vicissitudes!

He is old, he is old.

How many years have he been waiting?

Ten years? Eight years?

Now, how many eight years have to be waited for in the past? Ten years?

Whose life can spend all his hard work and hope in endless waiting for the rest of his life? Then, he falls into a long and boundless darkness?

Only then did I realize that he had no way out—no choice.

He kept giving in until he gave in to a distant dead end - in the future, is it really the morning bell and evening drums that will end their lives?

What about those ideals?

What about those days you want to live?

Burn incense with plain hands, gossip about flower tea, and smile with each other day and night.

Never get it again?

She suddenly went crazy and chased her out.

No one noticed her whereabouts, only her footprints, on the snow, one step deep or one step shallow, like a person who has made a thorough sacrifice, a life that has made a complete sacrifice.

How many times have you tried this way in your life?

Xuanwu Palace, a lonely lamp.

Emperor Hongwen lay on the bed, lying in a daze.
Chapter completed!