When the glasses filled with pink poisonous wine clinked together, I suddenly found a secret expectation rising in my heart. It seems that I feel very happy to die with her. The pink liquid was so astringent that it was sweet. I raised the glass of wine that had no drop left and asked her, "Now, can you tell me how to keep the baby alive?"
"Your doll is fine. Just give Shenlan to her. She will know what to do." I saw her still smiling, but her body suddenly slumped.
"Zi Yang, what's wrong with you?"
"I... You should worry about yourself." When he held her in his arms, she still refused to admit defeat.
"You won't hurt me." I don't know why I suddenly became convinced. Maybe it wasn't sudden. I have always trusted her without reservation.
She smiled: "I am not willing to kill you with my own hands, but I also don't want to die in the arms of my father's enemy." Her eyes drifted to the deep blue on the ground, "Or, you die with me, and we forget all this and start over."
"Okay." I finally remembered that the day I first saw the doll was also the day I killed Xue Lang. I finally remembered Zi Yang's dull eyes, Zi Yang's short, fluffy hair, and Zi Yang's trembling hands holding the sword that killed more than a dozen members of the Xue family - the sword finally fell to the ground, but it poked an invisible hole in my heart. I heard the roar of sadness and knew that I could never love her again in this life.
So I deceived myself into thinking that the doll--the doll she made with her own hands--would be willing to accept the happiness that I couldn't give her.
Conception: