Holding her chin and holding her waist tightly, Tantai Li stared at her sharply: "What good is he? He deserves you to do this for him." His breath was unsteady, and his eyes were as bright as stars, too dazzling to be ignored. However, she didn't know how to answer him, and she didn't know why. I was speechless for a long time. Mei Xiran stood with her hands behind her hands, "Give up! I don't love you." The cold words blurted out without warning, accompanied by the biting cold wind, which sent a chill to the bottom of her heart. At that moment, Murong Qian felt tired. It had been five years, three years of looking for him, two years of being with him, but nothing had changed? Three years ago, he saved her like a god, and from then on, her heart was attached to him. Three years later, she suffered physical and mental injuries because of him. So, she concealed her true face and lived in a temple. In order to investigate the murder case, she met the domineering and evil emperor, and she once again saw him who had been buried deep in her heart for a long time. A lifetime of caring will end in disunity; leaving someone haggard becomes a reminiscence. This article insists on small abuse, big abuse is harmful to the body, and small abuse is pleasant.