On the Shura Field, she returned from a bloody battle. The bloodthirsty battle dress was the color of her wedding dress that she had been waiting for for ten years.
Love has changed, heart has died, who betrayed whose sincerity?
Killing tens of millions, the blood cannot wash away her hatred; her red eyes are cold, and her sword penetrates his chest.
Love in childhood, broken in time, who owes whom's love?
The love is deep, the hatred is deep in the bones, the love is hard to let go, and the heart is hard to break!
Years go by, mountains and rivers change, love and hate become empty, it's over!
The red lips opened slightly and she said decisively: "You should have known it from the moment you pushed me into hell! I love you so much. If you are not in this hell, how can I survive?"
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