Fengyang Palace was washed with blood.
The meandering blood flowed slowly and thickly through my feet like a stream, soaking into my palace shoes. The bloody smell that filled the palace almost made me suffocate.
I raised my head stiffly, and Shen Jie was holding the sword and looking at me with a smile. His long, blood-stained fingers gently stroked the broken hair on my forehead, and held my chin affectionately, but his words were cold and cruel.
"Tell me, do you have a long memory?"
I just feel like falling into an ice cellar. It's my fault, it's all my fault... I raised this monster...
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Chen Jinyu sat at his desk, finally opened his notebook and slowly wrote "Xiao Yuan..."
The tough little sun that traveled through time & the dark and black-hearted little emperor who was raised crookedly
I'm still deciding between be and he. If anyone really sees it, can you give me some advice? What do you think?
Motto: Don't give up hope