She thought that in this life, apart from her glorious status and sole control of power, she might have lost too much hope. At the end of her life, she drank the bitter concoction, and the feeling of dying soon did not frighten her.
Yes, what is she afraid of? There was so much blood on her hands that she couldn't wash it off. She just hoped that those wronged souls would not look for her after death. She was not afraid of going to hell, falling into hell, and was not afraid of never being reincarnated.
What she was afraid of was that even after she died, she would not be able to get the peace and tranquility she had coveted all her life.
The sun gradually went down in the evening, and she couldn't open her eyes. Under the fiery sunset, she vaguely saw a vague but familiar figure. She recognized that figure.
She also recognized it after turning into ashes, it was him! The man she had loved and hated all her life!
"Azhi, I'll take you away." She understood clearly, but smiled faintly, take her away? Where to go? This man gave her too much hope, and then mercilessly turned his hope into despair. But for such a man... She still loved him, enduring the pain of bone erosion.
His eyebrows became clearer. She was old, but he looked like a handsome young man. How could she follow him?
She was no longer the young girl who would disobey everyone for him and follow him, just as he was no longer the young man who would fight for her in the world.
She had experienced love, fame, status, and rights, but the only thing she got the least was the love that had obsessed her all her life. She thought that if she had never met him, she would still be a girl in her boudoir, and she would still be Lu Pheasant before.
~ Drunken Old Man (Aweng)