Jiangnan, mist, rain, and the sound of flutes.
Rafting, clear waves, sparse waves.
They know each other, they know each other, but they can't stay together.
A very old-fashioned story, a very old-fashioned plot, a very old-fashioned blood feud.
What cannot be undone is the deep apology he made before his death.
"Fei, if there really is an afterlife, I hope I will never hurt you, whether intentionally or not, and I will not ask for your forgiveness.
I hope that when you and I meet in the next life, it won't end like this again. "
Qi Fei's eyes were filled with tears, whether it was reluctance or something else. Mo Chifeng might not be able to bear it anymore.
He quietly fell into Qi Fei's arms, and in an instant, flowers fell to the ground.
The air was filled with light blood and thick tears, filled with sadness.
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