That year, Nangong Jun was pierced by thousands of arrows, and the splash of blood also buried Sima Qian's budding heart.
That year, Sima Qiansheng thrust the sword into her heart. The blood on her white dress was like a blooming blood lotus, which made her fall in love with her. The dripping blood stung Han Xiangyu's eyes.
It is the love between a sweetheart and a sweetheart. Sima Qian said: In this life, I will not marry anyone who is not my wife.
It is a special waiting, Nangong Jun said: Flowers are not flowers, people are not people, I will only remember you in all my life.
It is the injustice of the past life and this life. Han Xiangyu said: I have betrayed the world. No matter heaven, earth, hell, life or death, whether human or ghost, I can always find you. You can only be mine.
Waiting again and again, meeting again and again, but always passing by again and again. The obsessed person still doesn't want to let go, miss, miss and miss again. It's a conspiracy, it's revenge, it seals someone's curse and hurts someone's heart and lungs.
Tired, hurt, and tired, we will never meet each other again in the next life or the next life.