Su Xieyi was lying quietly in the dark dungeon. If his chest hadn't been rising and falling slightly, everyone would have thought it was a corpse.
Another night passed, dawn came, and the last touch of darkness before dawn was also very long.
Freehand, freehand and romantic, all her parents' wishes for her are embedded in her name.
It's a pity that she can't realize it in her lifetime. The country was destroyed, the family was destroyed, and people were displaced.
It was daybreak, and the rising sunlight slanted in through the narrow windows through the numerous dungeons.
As if feeling warmth, the corpse in the dungeon suddenly opened its eyes. Her face was covered with blood and scars, and she looked like a ghost, but her delicate outlines and gentle and firm eyes could still be seen.
She stretched out her hand toward the window tremblingly. Her fingers were long and slender, and they should have been a pair of piano-playing hands. Now all ten nails have been pulled out, and the unexpected flesh and blood is leaking out, which is particularly horrifying.
She opened her palms, trying to grab something, but there was nothing in her palms. Finally, she no longer had the strength to put her hands on the bed.
But she clearly knew that the light was always in her heart.
Not a moment left