The spring flow is gone,
Xia Cangliang,
White dew slightly injured.
The night is still young,
Dreams are empty,
The moonlight is bright.
Prosperity in the three thousand and nine clouds,
Who asked,
This love is deep,
This is true.
She is willing to dye her clothes with blood for him, and willingly go to hell, but she only hopes that he can laugh proudly with her and look down on the world. Even if his smile is not for her, even if there is only a faint silhouette of a beautiful figure in the depths of his eyes.
When all the hustle and bustle comes to an end, when all the prosperity comes to an end, when everything turns into smoke and clouds, she only says that the lotus that grows on the water should also die on the water. He only said, your life is mine, and now you are just giving it back to me. There was a smile in his eyes, full of evil charm.
She felt at ease and safe, knowing that from now on, no one in the world could hurt him.
This is the ending she wants, yes, it couldn't be better.