She said: Let me go.
He said: You are mine in life, and you must enter the jade plate of my Aixinjueluo family's ancestral temple after death.
She took a deep breath and looked at his decisive back coldly: Well, I will wait until the day you no longer have the power to control me.
A tear fell on the back of her hand.
He looked at him two meters away.
My heart hurts.
He said: Go away, I will let you live the life you want.
She said: OK.
She sighed quietly: I only want you to live.
Lips and teeth depend on each other, twisting and turning.
She is the fate that he cannot escape; he is the dream that she has been pursuing for more than three hundred years.
She is a touch of tenderness in his heart; he is a beloved person that she can never forget even when she turns around.
She was the interpreter when he was prominent; he was the master behind her bright smile.
She was the pair of hands that held him when he was in trouble; he was the love that she spent her whole life remembering.
After traveling thousands of miles,
I have read thousands of books,
Traveling through mountains and rivers,
After making myself exhausted,
Only then did I understand,
Butterflies can never fly over the sea,
It was like she could never leave his hand.
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