Dreaming Back to Chang'an

Ye Zhenzhen has waited for this day after all. Tomorrow she will be sent to Northern Xinjiang and become a victim of politics. The crimson wedding dress placed in front of her was so dazzling. In Ye Zhenzhen's eyes, it was the blood of millions of people. She failed to persuade Xu Junyi to take back his life, she could not open her mouth Ye Zhenzhen had no intention of dressing up or applying makeup. An indescribable pain surged in her heart, like the rapids of a river constantly hitting her chest. After tomorrow, all her memories will remain here "The city wall is unmanned today. Is it your order?" Xu Junyi replied softly: "Yes." "Just stand there and don't come over." Ye Zhenzhen said calmly, "The last person I should see right now is you." Ye Zhenzhen's tumbling heart has been soothed by the quiet night, "They say strong wine is the best way to relieve sorrow. I didn't know how to be sad before, but now I'm afraid even strong wine is useless." The strong drink enters the throat like a sharp knife. "It's really useless." —————— Xu Junyi stroked Ye Zhenzhen's face and looked at her carefully, trying to carve her look into his heart He tapped her forehead with his warm lips, like a breeze blowing over the water This is the promise Xu Junyi left for Ye Zhenzhen Xu Junyi carried Ye Zhenzhen on his back and walked on the empty Chang'an Street Ye Zhenzhen lay on Xu Junyi's back, sleeping very uneasily "If I hadn't loved you, wouldn't I be as heartbroken as I am now?" The whispers in sleep are particularly clear in this quiet environment. This drama is blaming Xu Junyi Blame him for sending her to Northern Xinjiang with his own hands Xu Junyi's heart was shocked, and he felt a sourness rising in his heart and spreading to his limbs along with his blood. It's a long night tonight —————— The biting cold wind blew through the desert, and the yellow sand covered the sky, making it almost impossible to see the cavalry in the distance. Ye Zhenzhen's passionate inner fire was finally extinguished by the yellow sand A gust of wind blew away her name Another gust of wind blew away her past Another gust of wind blew away her hope for the future If she crosses the northern border today, even her soul after death will not be able to pursue freedom. She couldn't run away, she couldn't escape. She pulled out the short blade hidden in her sleeve. The cold light from the blade was as trembling as the weather here. Ye Zhenzhen's eyes were reflected on the blade, all thoughts were lost, and a drop of tear slowly fell down her cheek. This was her nostalgia for this world. Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes and put the short knife against her neck. She gripped the handle of the knife tightly and began to tremble. The fair skin on her neck was already oozing with blood. Just when she was about to take action, there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance galloping towards her, and a familiar voice shouted her name urgently: "Ye Zhenzhen!" ———————— Purpose: I dare not forget to worry about the country despite my humble position