Suo Qingqiu

The past is like music, like an aria sung with three sighs, lingering in the lingering sound... Jun Han, can you really go back after getting them? She asked quietly facing the white wall, as if she was just asking a simple question, not the fate they were about to face. I have no idea. It's just that there is a little bit of hope that we should all strive for. Are you right? Jun Han looked at the weak candlelight with determination in his eyes. No matter what the outcome was, this time, it would be me who would protect you. You must believe me. The candlelight swayed gently in the silence, and the candle made a slight crackling sound. The eyes on her face were trembling slightly, yes. Holding the jade lock in her hand, she felt a chill in her heart, and the tears finally slipped from her desperate eyes without caring, one drop at a time, falling on the smooth and round jade, streaking across the crystal. She suddenly jumped up and wanted to rush out the door. His hands held her shoulders tightly, and his voice was as cold as ever. I tell you again, she is dead! Dead! Even if you go out, you won't be able to see her body! You lied to me! She waved her hand and hit him hard on the chest, shouting loudly that she was not dead! She got the jade lock and gave it to me just to tell me that we could finally go back together! She must be waiting for me outside! Let go! Let me out! Her right hand was always carefully guarding the jade lock. The jade lock's crystal hurt his eyes. He suddenly let go of his hand and asked coldly, is this jade lock the one you have been looking for? Can it really make you go back? She ran away, right! Tell you, I'm about to leave... I ran to the door and suddenly found that the jade lock had been taken away by him, and he had a joking smile on his lips, but his eyes were extremely cold, with a vague pain spreading in his eyes. He held the jade lock high and looked into her frightened eyes - Don't! She rushed over in a hurry, and after the crisp sound, only a piece of broken jade was left. She froze on the ground. He threw up his sleeves and left. Angry sounds are still lingering in the silent air... You are my Yin Zhen in life; you are also my Yin Zhen's soul in death! Never imagine you can leave! Jj address Xian Ge Ning Luoluoxinkeng Internet King fan--Lan Xia The short story is half Jiang Sesu and half Jiang Hong Intention: