--"Who are you?"
1 - "Charming"
--"Mei has been dead for more than a hundred years."
--"Yes, Mei is dead, but Mei will never die."
Wu: She coughed all the way into the house, her steps unsteady and her figure swaying like a weak willow in the wind. Finally she couldn't help coughing up blood. She looked at the bright red and smiled suddenly. Her smile was miserable and tragic. She almost cried: "The best wisdom must be hurt... God, why do you suffer for me..."
Wei: She raised her eyebrows slightly, covered her lips and smiled softly. She looked at the two people in front of her who looked the same but had different expressions. She whispered: "Don't worry, I have a plan."
Its red nails were trimmed properly by its owner. It slowly stopped turning the handle of the fan, "This trick can break its heart and intestines."
Ji: "Huh?" She tilted her head innocently, a little confused: "What? I don't understand this."
She bit her lower lip lightly with her teeth, as if she suddenly thought of something, and confusion flashed in her eyes: "Doubtful? Is it because I don't play well? Why are there two people gone?"
"Is it possible that the only people who support me now are old customers?"
Mei: She played the piano, lowering her eyebrows and playing softly. I don't know how long she played. The soothing music came out, but blood came out of her fingers. The blood beads splashed on the strings, and fluctuated with each hook, like many fine blood rubies.
Her piano skills were never the best, but she was still the best violinist in the Yong Dynasty.
Intention: Life is fleeting, but faith lasts forever