"Chao Qiyuan, I don't hate you anymore, I'm tired."
"In this life, my family is gone, and my husband is no longer a lover."
"We will never see each other again." The woman who fell in the man's arms was pale, with blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, but she smiled as hard as she could, as if she had gotten rid of the heavy shackles.
"I don't allow it, Bai Ciling, I don't allow it." The man looked at the woman with her eyes closed, and finally got scared. He hugged her tighter with his trembling arms, as if to warm her body that was slowly getting colder, but the woman could no longer feel it.
He, after all, consumed all her love in the long years; and she, after all, had no need for anything and even stingy with hatred.
Regret, it's too late.
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