Life is short and fragile.
So our feelings should be like summer flowers,
bloom all the time,
Until death.
Yu Chen, if your soul is still wandering in the world, then if I die here, maybe I can see you again.
Jiang Hanqiu bumped into Yu Chen's tombstone without hesitation. But the wound was too serious, and coupled with the long journey and lack of physical strength, he didn't even have enough strength to crash to death here.
The rich spiritual energy protected Jiang Hanqiu's heart and he fainted.
After some time, Jiang Hanqiu seemed to hear someone crying. He struggled to open his eyes, and amid the blood and mud, he saw Yu Chen, covered in blood, holding him in his arms.
Very warm.
Is it an illusion? He thought so.
Wasn't his general killed in battle long ago, wrapped in horse leather?
But he was very satisfied and contented to see each other again. People like him shouldn't expect too much.
Jiang Hanqiu used all his strength to reach out and touch Yu Chen. He suddenly remembered that for so long, he seemed to have never taken the initiative to kiss his general.
The cold lips pressed against the hot forehead.
Three thousand black hair turned into white hair, and Jiang Hanqiu transferred all his spiritual energy to Yu Chen.
This is the last thing I have left, all for you.
Author's note: Comments are welcome. The character's views do not represent the author's views.
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Concept: Life is short and fragile.
So our feelings should be like summer flowers,
bloom all the time,
Until death.