"Meng Yingning, your heart is cold after all."
"Xie Yuming, if you wronged me, don't blame me for being cruel."
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Miss Meng Guogong's Palace × General Xie An's Palace
"Ying Ning, I'll take you home... Go home... I don't want any imperial power anymore, I'll take you home."
This sentence came out of Su Mu's mouth, but Xie Yuming was stunned.
"Go home... Why is it so familiar? My head hurts." He dropped the bloody sword in his hand in fear.
"I also said that I would take her home, I also said that, I also said that..."
A fact that he didn't dare to face surfaced and frightened him.
"No, no... I don't believe it. I don't believe it... It's all fake and lying to me."
He smiled, picked up the sword again, and smiled coolly.
During the sweet-scented osmanthus season, the official way is shaken, but the immortal way is calm.
Purpose: long-form writing