I volunteered to die, and my soul had already entered reincarnation, but for some reason it still stayed with Jing Huai. He woke up from his dream again, shouting my name. Who can believe that the cold-blooded, cruel and powerful Prince Jing'an sat alone in front of the coffee table and cried? Not to mention that the world didn't believe it, this was the first time I saw him cry. Why did he cry? I didn't understand, "Didn't you say you don't like me?" I felt like needles pricking my heart. "Well, how can you let me leave with peace of mind when you are like this?" I reached out to hug him, just like we did when we were so in love, but all I reached out to touch was air. Yes, I'm dead.
