Cintiq Design has bound me here,
Shen Jie stood in the center of the hall, holding a glass of poisonous wine.
Cintiq gave three choices. He chose the first option. He dies and I live. When he picked up the wine glass, he didn't hesitate. He only looked at me with nostalgia. He took three sips. Put your forehead against my knees. The white hair was scattered to the knees. The pulse beat under my fingertips, once, once, then stopped.
I bent down and put my face against the top of his hair. There is nothing I can do.
I remembered. He blocked the knife for me. He went to jail for me. I sent Shen Jie to prison, scolded the eunuch Shen Jie, and told the civil and military officials of the court that the white-haired eunuch Si Li had nothing to do with me. I didn't even turn on the light when I touched him. He has been planning for me all his life. Have I thought about half of it for him?
No.
When I died, I faced the wall and dug my fingers into the cracks in the bricks to bleed. After his death, his soul chased him for three days and three nights, with the snow reaching his knees. He turned around and smiled and said don't chase her back. I said I will protect you if you do it again.
Then he fell down and fell into a bed. It's dark. There was a medicine bowl at hand and a bandage on his wrist. He turned his back to me and bent down to pick up the quilt. A lock of white hair hangs down from her shoulders. I raised my hand and grabbed his wrist. He froze for a moment and turned around. His eyes were black and black, his lips were chapped, and the corners of his mouth were pursed. "General, is he awake? I'm going out now."
I didn't let go. "Don't leave."
He's not dead. I'm not late.
In the past ten years, I have exhausted my deep gratitude and God has mercy on me. I can do it all over again.
I am Zhao Xuan. I lost the Shen Jie in my last life. I will protect him in this life.
Purpose: The scumbag is reborn to make up for his humble suffering