"Damn it! He's not dead at all! Why are you crying?"

The suppressed sobs broke out instantly. She sat up quickly, raised her knees, and hugged her tightly. Her face, already wet with tears, was buried deep in her eyes, "No, he won't die, he won't leave me..."

"

He said that he only wanted her to treat him well...

"Fool, fool, fool! You are a big fool! Why don't you tell me that you are not the murderer?! As long as you say it, I will believe it! Why should you protect them? Why?!"

He is dead, he is dead...

"You are so cruel, so cruel..." Let her accept this reality alone, let her face his death sadly.

Is this a punishment for the mistakes she made five years ago? Enough! She has repaid enough! The successive losses have left her unable to bear any more! If this is a must, she would rather add more mistakes to each other!

The dusk overflowed the bloodthirsty red, bringing endless blackness to the sky and earth.

The tears have dried up and no more tears can be shed.

The letter he held tightly in his hand was wrinkled due to exertion. The handwriting on it was a little blurry and was blurred by tears. His eyes were dull and empty, his heart was empty, and it seemed that he could hear a weak heartbeat.

The echo that came was only beating, not throbbing.

He took away everything from her.

Compared with his own life, how much better is it for him to be a prince? In the end, when he left, was he relieved or helpless?

"Isn't it cold there?" He whispered softly, like the wind.

"Don't be afraid, I will go with you. I will tell you jokes, make you laugh, and let you know what it means to be alive." There was a hint of longing in the wet tears.

The slight raise of the corners of his lips gradually subsided. His dull eyes slowly grew colder, and he clenched the letter tightly in his hands, making a harsh sound.

"Before that, I will get everything back for you! And for... Qing'er!"

She stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, and let the cold wind in. The September wind was cool, but not as cold as her heart. The only brightness in the night sky was both real and illusory.

He said that if you need a reason to live, then hate it.

No, she doesn't hate. She just does what she has to do.
Chapter completed!