#Warlord marshal #Liyuan actor #forcibly snatch #wife-chasing crematorium #patriotic feelings
The snow when she was six years old buried her knees.
Gu Yanchen squatted down and covered Shen Qingshang with his cotton jacket, like covering a piece of dying coal.
Lined with three words, the ink traces are like a healing scar.
She held it in her palm and held it for twelve years.
I grasped it until the white heads of the cotton wool poked out from the holes, and grasped it until the edges of the pen were scattered but the bones of the characters were still there.
Twelve years later, on the stage.
Gu Yanchen used a gun to break the belt around Shen Qingshang's waist, and when he leaned over, his breath burned through her ears.
She saw the mole in the corner of his eye.
It was like seeing a snowfall that had fallen for twelve years and finally fell back to its original place.
She crushed the words "It's you" between her teeth.
Swallowed.
Later she threw the account book into the fire.
He reached into the heart of the flame with his bare hands and grasped the remaining pages.
The palms were burnt and cracked, and the bones broke out from between the flesh and skin.
In the smoke and fire, she stared at his mole.
Still silent.
Some words are too heavy.
The words left his mouth and they dispersed.
Later she was locked up in the tower.
The blade touched the back of my neck, and my lapel was filled with snow.
With tens of thousands of troops approaching, he took off his armor and knelt down in the mud.
My Adam's apple rolled three times.
The third voice came out hoarsely from the cracks in the bones——
"That cotton-padded jacket... Is me."
She looked down at him.
The sound was very soft, like snow falling back into the snow.
"I know."
[The actor fell into the warlord's fate, and the warlord returned the actor's life. ]
Tips: It is better to eat with BGM: "A Taoist Friend of Mine".
