Ooc apologizes, he:
When Qi Min died in Yu Qianqian's hands, the last thing he thought about was:
That bowl of soup is so bitter.
Then he opened his eyes.
What he saw was the familiar roof, and he looked down at his hands - they were white, not poisonous but turned purple.
A face was reflected in the bronze mirror, with silver hair like snow and sinister eyebrows.
He said hoarsely: "Qianqian..."
No one responded.
Then a line of words suddenly floated before his eyes: [This crazy batch has started again]
Qi Min:?
Another string of words floated over:
[Laughing to death, even if you die once, you still don't understand, you still chase your wife with your IQ]
[It is recommended to reincarnate directly. Don't be a prince in your next life, just be a mute]
He fell silent.
Was he dead, mad, or mad after death?
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For more than ten years, the person he loved deeply had forgiven him, pitied him, respected him, and loved him. Through his more than twenty years of bitterness and sadness, he had gently held his hand and led him out of the long night.
He was afraid it was just a dream.
Fate once sent him a ridiculous life and gave him endless pain. He staggered on the black border and could no longer distinguish between hate and love.
He didn't expect that fate would actually forgive him.
Concept: Love is not possession