Zuo Qilan gently stroked the silver, blood-stained sword in her arms.
Her tears wet the hilt of his sword and the heavy and simple body of the sword. She regretted that day and should not have let him go back.
If I could do it again, if I could turn back time, if...
She struggled to pick up the sword and put it on her neck. She didn't want him to wait too long...
At this moment, a pair of strong arms hugged her body, and he begged her not to leave.
She struggled but was unable to do anything.
"Qilan, forget about him... Okay?"
The man said.
He pulled open her dress and slid off her thin silk dress, leaving her body exposed in front of him.
In this case, it doesn't matter what he wants.
If he wants her, and she owes him, then give it to him.
Qin Wuxin...
Unexpectedly, we... Ended up like this.