Five years later, Zhang Qiling had entered the Bronze Gate, Jie Yuhua died in the tomb, and the black blind man went crazy.
Five years later, Wu Xie silently watched the love story between Xie Yuhua and Heixiazi.
Wu Xie tells the story of Black Flower's love in the first person, which cuts to the bone, hurts to the core, is desperate and painful, hates and loves each other at the same time.
"I saw wet patches on the pillow he had hugged just now, like the spots left by time on a woman's face, and like the hideous burns on her white hands. It was shocking."
"Their knots are entangled and intertwined, and they are connected until death."
"Sometimes time makes us grow old. In this vast and confusing era, we can only pretend to know nothing, see nothing, and listen to nothing, and walk along the desolate path strewn with dead bones, step by step, until we die."
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