The mute's shining eyes were filled with tears. He looked at her from a distance and said nothing. That's his sister, that's his lover. After so many years of long and desperate longing, he could not say a word to her. He is mute, he cannot speak.
Before walking into the heavy door, the former little nun didn't hesitate at all. The sharp dagger on his waist is Yuan An's last bargaining chip. She once had everything that ordinary people could hope for, but in the end she only grasped nothingness. She is not a princess or a princess. She is a little nun in Hanshan Temple. The moment the blade of the knife crossed his cheek, what suddenly came to mind was the long and cold mountain road that he had walked alone thousands of times.
Shang Yuheng's body gradually became cold, and his last gasps made the hilt of the sword inserted in his heart tremble even more violently. Shang Yaoguang silently looked at his dying brother, unable to say a word - he wanted to hug him who was dying. However, there was the sword stuck in Shang Yuheng's heart between the two of them.
Even in the long night, Hongluan still couldn't help but think of Shang Kaiyang's handsome and handsome face. "Are you really willing to stay here all the time?" In the short and chaotic first twenty years of her life, no one had ever asked her this question, whether she was willing or not. She was just a low-class woman in the brothel, a regular customer, and the most despicable butcher, cart driver and craftsman in the world.