Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating.
"Shut up!" My father slapped me hard, his face distorted with rage, "You don't deserve to talk about your mother!"
With a sweet feeling in my throat, I wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of my mouth. I stared at him indifferently and smiled.
He seemed to lose consciousness for a moment, turned away suddenly, flicked his robe sleeves, and clung to the window lattice with his fingers, his whole body trembling slightly. In the dead silence, he spoke slowly, his voice almost hoarse:
"You look like this. How can I see her when my soul returns to Zhaoling?"
The dusk outside the window enveloped his silhouette, filling the air with a desolation that had nowhere to hide.
For the first time in seven years, I discovered that Tian Khan in Weijiahai was so lonely for a moment.
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About a boy who was supposed to be the proud son of heaven, and his parents who I like very much.
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