Chu Liuhuang lost too much blood and knelt down in front of her. He had no strength, and slowly... The noble head finally lowered, and the light in his eyes disappeared. At this moment, his eyes were gray and his breathing stopped. He just knelt like this, with the knife that took his life stuck in his back.
"Everything... Is over..." Ye Huange slowly calmed down from her madness. She turned around without hesitation and left the church with her blood-stained wedding dress.
...
She walked to the bridge where she first met the Yehuai River, took one last look at the city that she loved and hated, and jumped resolutely.
She slowly sank, water replaced the air, and her respiratory tract hurt like fire. She fell into a warm embrace at the last moment before death. That embrace was so familiar, "Huanhuan, let's go home together." Under the sunset, Ye Huaijiang held her hand and walked step by step on the way home...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
