But Hong Xiu persisted in pulling Jiu Ye's sleeve with her right hand, "We were born in the same quilt, and died in the same acupuncture point?"
Master Jiu looked deeply at Hongxiu and said, "Okay, we will live in the same quilt and die in the same acupuncture point."
Hongxiu looked into his eyes steadily. After hearing this, she smiled softly: "Then... Okay..."
Hong Hao, who was standing next to him, suddenly rushed toward him with a frightened expression. With a bang, a fireball bulged out and black smoke filled the sky.
In the coming year, grass will grow over the deserted graves. Who will remember the red sleeves buried under the graves?
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