It's just intermittent lovesickness, it's just the gut-like pain that ripples through the weakened nerves, it's just the provocation of time... Duan Ziye weakly brushed the blood-filled Lingsheng Sword in his hand, and peered into the dark Fu Emperor City with his empty eyes. Silver bells under the white beads dangled on the slender fingers. The white jade beads are surrounded by red lines, which are obviously not men's objects.
"Forget me, forget everything in this wooden pile," Lin Weimo grabbed the clothes and legs of the man in front of her with trembling hands, letting tears burn silently on her pale cheeks. "I am always just an object of yours. You should... Don't care. This place is not worthy of everything you have."
When the woman finished speaking, the man turned around belatedly, intending to grab those slender hands, but before the man had lost his soul, she got on the carriage and drove away. He knew that this clear love was still lost to the ambition of revenge. If he could not have both, he would not belong to this Fu Emperor City after all.
A person uses his body to feed the hatred in his heart.
Purpose: If you want one person in your life, choose a city to live in until you grow old.