This article is based on my incomparable admiration for China for five thousand years.
In fact, there is no need to say anything, each other is well aware of any feelings. Those loves, hates, indifference and infatuation have all been exposed to the fullest.
In the end, Cao Zhi broke the silence. He sneered softly, "What? Ask for mercy? You can give it a try. Maybe I will let you go on a whim."
"Don't worry about it." Zhen Mi said. She walked to the stone wall, picked out a gold bottle and dropped the knife. "You are a heartbroken lunatic. Rather than die by your hands, I would rather step down." She walked to Cao Pi, knelt down, put her left hand through the iron gate and stroked his hair, and said softly, "Will you come with me?"
Cao Pi held her delicate catkins, bit his lower lip, looked at her, and softly called: "Ah Mi... Ah Mi..."
"You have no choice!" Zhen Mi's stern eyes darkened, and she reached behind Cao Pi with both hands and held the handle of the knife with her backhand. Cao Pi felt the sharp blade touching his back, and he struggled for a moment.
"My pride does not allow anyone to trample on it!" She said.
The blade of the knife passed through Cao Pi's right chest and entered Zhen Mi's heart. She slowly pulled out the knife, and as the blade fell to the ground with a clang, she spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Cao Pi forgot the pain, but tears burst out. He reached out and touched Zhen Mi's beautiful face, from her forehead to her eyebrows and then to her nose, and finally her soft lips, just like he did on their wedding night.
"Ah Mi... Ah Mi..."
Do you hear the distant and eternal wind blowing?