Searching for him thousands of times in the crowd
Suddenly looking back, that person was there in the dim light
——Your Majesty, give me the sword quickly!
——Absolutely not! My beloved, please don't commit suicide!
——Your Majesty, please give me the sword quickly!
Cheng Dieyi grabbed the sword and committed suicide. He walked around in his same lotus steps, and the corners of his skirt flew like a blooming hibiscus, marking a perfect curtain call.
——Die Yi!
Duan Xiaolou roared, cried blood, and felt cold all over. I wonder if it was him or Cheng Dieyi who seemed to be sleeping forever?
If I were that small building, I wouldn't treat Cheng Dieyi like this - Xiao Cuo thought.
——Senior brother.
——Calling you bull-tempered! Isn't it just a line? Why not recite it to Master! You got beaten again, didn't you?
——I don't want to say those words.
——It doesn't matter, you are my Concubine Yu, how can I miss that part?
——That's what I said. The little nun was only twenty-eight years old, in the prime of her youth, but her hair was cut off by her master. I am originally a man, not a girl.
——Die Yi, Die Yi! I, Duan Xiaolou, don't want you to be my Concubine Yu. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, never abandoning each other, yin and yang are always one!