I finally turned around and smiled brightly at Zhan Lianyi, then jumped into the rolling cold river.
This jump was not for death, but for survival.
He called me by my given name at the top of his lungs.
The strong wind of the river swallowed up all the echoes, but he did not come with me after all.
I, Jiang Yuehang, am willing to admit defeat.
*
The spring of the third year of Jianyuan was strangely cold, and it was snowing almost in April.
On a snowy day, I met Zhan Lianyi for the first time.
He was lying in the snow with his eyes closed, and the knife wound on his chest was so deep that the bones were visible.
His face was pale and pitiful, and his mouth seemed to have a sad smile.
I never meddle in other people's business, but now I felt compassion.
I saved him with my blood.
He wakes up and remembers nothing.
He just likes to smile at me stupidly and insists on hugging me. If you are slightly ignored, you will feel aggrieved.
*
After a long time, I found out.
The young new emperor Zhan Lianyi is such a person who doesn't like to laugh.
He loves me so much that he can pick the stars in the sky for me; if he doesn't love me, I am worse than the meanest servant in his palace.
My bitterness and jealousy became abominable words in his mouth.
Later, my heart suddenly changed and I jumped into the river.
Later, Zhan Lian also pretended to be the same as before, with blood constantly spilling from his mouth and staining his white clothes, but he still looked at me and smiled tenderly, as if he was terminally ill.
But I won't save him a second time.
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The copy was written on May 27, 2022 and has been screenshotted
Intention: If life were just like the first time we met
