"You are responsible for being infamy for eternity, and I am responsible for crying until I lose sleep."
The moment Xu Congxin closed the novel, her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe.
He is the powerful and ruthless traitor "Zhang Wuhui", and he is also the "Pei Zhao" who values love and justice and endures humiliation. He is the person Xu Congxin is looking for across time and space.
Everyone in the world says that Zhang Wuhui is the cancer of the dynasty and the sinner of the history books.
Xu Congxin knew that behind every evil deed he did, there was another ledger hidden.
His hand holding the chess piece went through her hair, and his blood-stained lips kissed her eyes.
The firelight flickered, reflecting the criss-crossing scars on his back. New wounds overlap old wounds, arrow sores press the knife marks, and there is almost no intact skin to be found.
"Pei Zhao, can you not get hurt next time we meet?"
Later, Xu Congxin realized that she could not save this man covered in blood after all.
She knows the plot of the original novel and everyone's fate, especially Pei Zhao's destined tragic ending. This precognitive ability brought her great pain and powerlessness from the beginning.
In front of Chengtian Gate, the setting sun was stained with blood.
His blood-stained lips kissed her forehead gently:
"I'm sorry."
The red Bodhi rope broke in response.
"Xu Congxin, I love you."
Those were the last words she heard before disappearing.
The moment she disappeared into the stream of light, he looked at the empty tower and smiled: The sky took pity on me and brought its bright pearl to shine on my night walk.
But she should go back to the world with glass lamps,
Back to the warm embrace of my parents,
Peace and joy in that peaceful age.
