She has never spoken since then. No matter what he does, she ignores him. Even if he embarrasses her, she won't speak. This is the first and only time that he feels flustered.
The day before her 25th birthday, he stayed with her on the bedside all night. She saw him saying nothing, walking in the snow outside in thin clothes. Yes, she just wanted to be quiet now and no longer wanted to care about who was sincere and who was not. She was tired, especially to him.
He followed her cautiously, holding the winter cloak in his hand tightly, but he didn't dare to step forward.
He knew she didn't want to see him.
He thought that if she died, he could heal her. She was nothing. It didn't matter whether she was alive or dead to him. He was wrong.
After she died, he sat under a tree and hugged her, crying like a child.
Crazy Batch Emperor
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