Holding her in his arms and sitting on the stool, he put his chin against her hair and smelled her scent. He said in a coaxing tone like a child, "Luo'er, don't use this crescent knife anymore. I have fought against so many soldiers, why should I suffer so much?"
The corners of the "Emperor's" white mouth slightly opened.
Baililuo frowned slightly. He didn't like Ye Luo calling him like that, so he scolded him, "Called Luo."
"Give Ye Luo death!"
Baililuo turned his head and held Ye Luo's face to make her look at him.
She was crying, but she was holding back.
"Ye Luo doesn't want to be a useless person, the emperor will give Ye Luo death!"
Baililuo admitted that he felt distressed, at least he had never seen her cry, but... He kissed the tear stains at the corner of her eyes.
"Luo'er, I give you a name and a life, but you have no choice." In the late autumn of that year, under the red maple tree, a glance of implication was a bad fate. The reason was determined by you. Why can't I choose the outcome?
"The red flowers are gone and the autumn leaves are falling. Just call them to fall."
——Bailillo
"Yellow springs and blue falls, I will live up to you"
——Yuhua