"Xia Qing, if I return triumphantly, we will return to your hometown, live a folk life, and grow old together with you. With the harp and harp at your disposal, it's better to be quiet."
It's a pity that Xia Qing didn't wait for his triumph after all
Chen Bisi couldn't even look at Xia Qing again...
Xia Qing rushed forward and pushed away the guard's blocking hand. She hugged Chen Bisi's cold body and shouted in despair: "Chen Bisi! Bisi! I'll take you home! I'll take you away from this troubled world! Back to our home! Did you hear that? Can you open your eyes and take a look at me?"
At that moment, Xia Qing no longer cared about worldly views. He just wanted to take another look at Chen Bisi and give him a hug.
"It's ridiculous... I can't live without you..." Xia Qing said to herself.
He suddenly drew out the sword of the guard beside him and cut his neck...
"It would be ridiculous to wait for me on the road to hell..."
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Intention: I can't live without you