He was the proud son of heaven, as noble as an emperor, but he entered her life in the most silent way.
Loving her is hard, isn't it? He said: I love her so much!
She thought he really loved her dearly. However, when he turned around, he pushed her into hell with his own hands...
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"You and I know her identity very well. Killing her is just a matter of time."
"Haha, are you willing?"
"What, do you want me to shoot her again to prove it?"
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Shoot her again, shoot her again...
She didn't know how she walked out of that so-called 'home'. She pressed her hand on the right side of her chest, which had been mercilessly penetrated by bullets not long ago, and the man who had vowed to help her cut the murderer into pieces was now using another invisible bullet to pierce her heart...
***A leaf of memory*****
During the three years since she left, her only hobby was to gaze at the parasol trees on the roadside. They were not that tall, but they gradually overlapped with her memories.
"Do you like Wutong very much?" The man behind him couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, I like it very much." The woman's moist eyes were filled with warmth.
"Then why don't you plant one at home?"
"It's planted, in my 'home'."
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She was his disaster, and he was willing to escape it; he was her tragedy, and she would rather live with it.