She had been waiting for a long time. It was already past autumn.
When the last magnolia flower fell from the branches in late autumn, she met Ji Yan.
She raised her head in surprise, and a cold sword was placed on her neck. There was no way she could not understand the disgust in Li Chengxen's eyes. She had secretly liked him for so long.
"Go away,"
She stared at him blankly, then smiled suddenly, her face was filled with tears before she opened her mouth. She choked with laughter, "Ji Yan, I will give you this chance. I'm very scared, please don't joke, okay?"
Li Chengxun sneered, "For a woman like you, what's the difference between living and dead?"
"I don't know if he would care if he were here," Qinghe smiled foolishly, with red and swollen eyes and tears welling up.
"Who are you!" Li Chengchen's eyes were blurred, "Tell me."
"I, I am,"
"Qinghe, why are you causing trouble everywhere again? Why don't you quickly make amends to the emperor?"
Young Master?
When Qinghe turned around, clouds rolled in the sky, and the autumn wind with the fragrance of green bamboo ruffled her hair.
She once naively thought that she had really found happiness this time.
The future is full of doubts, and she can't see them and the world more and more clearly.
If you are finally free from the fetters, it is better to go back.