In the seventh year after Chu Wanqing married Xiao Xinglan, the Marquis of Zhenbei, she coughed up her first mouthful of blood.
She knew her time was running out.
In the past seven years, the Marquis's heart was like the snow in Saibei, which had never melted for her.
Now she just wants to leave quietly.
"Master Marquis, let's make peace with Li." She handed over the letter of peace, her fingertips as pale as paper.
Xiao Xinglan stared at the document and sneered: "You have been wronged for seven years, and now you want to escape?"
"I... I'm just tired." She lowered her eyes to cover her cough.
Reader comments
It's well written, but it's a pity that it's not enough to read. I hope the author can diligently update [Adoration] [Blowing Kisses]
It's well written, but it's a pity that it's not enough to read. I hope the author can diligently update [Adoration] [Blowing Kisses]