Wild flowers all over the mountains and plains are in full bloom, red, purple, and yellow, forming a gorgeous patchwork. However, Nianqiao, Shen Nianqiao, the arrogant and stubborn Shen Nianqiao could no longer go and see. She was kneeling, the scorching sun had dried her sweat, and her torn military uniform revealed her shoulders and bra straps. After two days of hard work, two days of hard work, and two days of hard waiting, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell forward, slowly falling down. However, her bright eyes were still open, looking contemptuously at the slogans in the distance and the cold He Weiyuan.
"Yes, Shen Nianqiao!" He Weiyuan was wearing a grass-green military uniform with a blood-red collar badge and blood-red cap badge, which was particularly eye-catching. After squeezing through a group of people, he leaned over, squatted down, stretched out his hand across the ground, and smeared it with a piece of bright red blood. He wiped it with his hands and caressed Nianqiao's cheek. As cold and indifferent as before, he said: "As long as you are willing to sever ties with him, you will no longer be Shen Nianqiao, and you can still be 'Xiang Yanghong'! Your past will also be erased; and, I promise, no one will mention it again."
Nianqiao sneered, a faint sneer. "Even if you use up all my blood, you can't erase Shen Nianqiao. I am his woman, now, in the future, and always will be; I am Shen Nianshen's sister, now, before, and always will be!"