Recalling the past, there are several tombs of dead bones.
Just lament the dream of Huangliang.
Looking at this life, I feel regretful for many times.
Just thinking about the old world.
"Will you regret it?"
The woman held the sharp blade that was about to sink into her chest tightly and asked seriously.
"Regret?"
The man exerted force, and silver light suddenly appeared.
I saw the overwhelming light sweeping around, as if it was going to swallow everything.
Her chest had been pierced, and the woman forced her consciousness to look at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with anticipation.
The man's thin lips parted lightly, with determination, "Meeting you is the thing I regret most."
That trace of hope finally dissipated like ashes, leaving nothing behind.