She died, but before she died, she was also afraid that she would not get a sigh from him...
Shen Yuan hugged Hua Zhihao's already cold body, and his sighs turned into howls. Throughout her life, he had indeed to be considered a sinner.
When he treated her badly, she just endured it silently, unable to even hide;
When he finally tries to be nice to her, she dies trying to save the woman he loves.
She can't be considered an orphan, and he can't be considered an orphan, but their lives are worse than those of orphans.
There is a cloud of mist and rain on the bridge, and there is half a trace of confusion under the bridge.
Pick a load, three generations of love are blurred
Brew a pot of bloody storms in the rivers and lakes,
A rain shower, a sail of wind,
The waves ruffled the pavilion of misty rain,
Daughter's red and rouge tears,
Bury me in the laughter of others,
A pillar of sandalwood makes your Huangquan purple road poignant,
Take a ladle of three thousand weak water and spend half your life in this mortal world.
When the liver and intestines are broken, the autumn water fills the eyes,
The drops turn into crimson tears,
Your brows are as sad as picturesque,
The tea is cold, I just wait for that moment of separation from Ling Chi,
The past is fleeting, and with a shake of the folding fan, youth is gone
The promise of the next life,
I will pay it back in this life.