Sad version:
The raging fire lit up the dark hall a fiery red. Also burning was the fiery red skirt lying on the ground.
She slowly touched his sculpted face with both hands. He was handsome and flawless. If it weren't for the black blood stains oozing from the corners of his mouth, she seemed to be able to see his normal expression.
Closing her eyes tightly, she whispered:
"When I hold my hand, I never think that a person is still alive in the world."
Wrapped in silver, the white snow seemed to freeze the whole world. He stroked the cold mask on the left side of his face, looked at Su Qingqing with a surprised face, and sneered: "Do you hate it? I hate it more than you!"
He forced himself to turn away and murmured: "How could I hate you? What I hate is this fate."
Are you lucky enough to meet her? Or unfortunate?
Easy version:
"You only know these two moves best!"
Feng Xi's tone indeed became warmer.
"Which two styles are they?"
Su Qingqing pretended not to know and asked blankly.
"The first is that all the sweet words are used in coquettishness, and the second is that he is pretending to be stupid!"
"Su Qingqing, from now on, big brother, I will protect you!"
There was an indescribable look in Wandou's little eyes.
"Hey, don't believe it! Flash!" Before it was too late, a fat hand decisively pushed Su Qingqing away, stretched out his hand and danced handsomely in the air, and an unknown object quickly fell into the five-fingered mountain of the fat hand.
I spread my hands and saw a mosquito. The mosquito seemed a little embarrassed by the four eyes and flew away in embarrassment.
"Ahem, don't bother! Don't bother! It's not a good thing if a mosquito bites you big time!"
There was no one left in front of me. I only saw the back of an angry Su Qingqing, saying angrily to her:
"I really believed you knew how to cover it, but I didn't know you were covering the mosquito with your hands!"
Simple version: a mirage, a dream.