｜Oaths made by mountains and seas｜ Daiyu
This time, I picked up the sword and pierced the back of my sweetheart, stabbed to death the heartlessness and unrighteousness of the people in the world, stabbed the thin and bright dreams, and sat up in shock in the dying illness;
Wipe out another drop of blood and tears,
I can't remember her. I can't remember her gorgeous clothes. I can't remember the vivid red plum blossoms on the white jade paris she clenched tightly in her palms. I can't remember her kneeling in front of the courtyard to endure the freezing white snow on her head in the first month of the year.
But when I took a step forward and hugged Bai Ye from her shoulders, she lowered her eyes and raised her brows in surprise, then turned into the square inch of firelight, feeling Qi Qi Wanwan,
So the fingertips that should have been on the side of her neck snaked around and touched the hilt of the unparalleled sword. The blade was unsheathed and stabbed on the back. The wrist bone was trapped in the wind blade. I cut my pupils open and exposed them to the red pain of the sun and rain before I met her eyes. From then on, I was blind and blind, and I did not understand what is moral justice in this world.
That Wushuang became increasingly ill and possessed me along with me.
She passed away in pain without a trace, and she never begged me to cherish her past love and resentment dilemmas.
The girl's kindness is not greater than the rivers and lakes, nor is it greater than peace and quiet for ten thousand years. She has to be like me climbing the ladder of Yun Jianri.
She was lying in the dust and mud, as if her bad fate had finally ended and she had returned to Guanghan Palace. I deeply felt that this was how it should be. My Wushuang and I wandered around the yellow sand and thick soil for more than twenty years, and there was never a single fault that involved all the people. The love between my children is the girl's personal selfishness, not my fault.
But why did I smear her red plum blossom with hatred on my eyes? How could I hear her whispering in the flickering candlelight and feel that I was a guest in my dream.
What did she dream about? She has a cold heart, but when she enters the underworld, will I allow her to play in pairs in the coming year? I don't know, I don't know at all, I don't dare to know, and I don't want to know.
Daiyu, you have had a hard time this year, and your unparalleled red ears turned astringent just in time for the good spring.
I want to see you become an immortal in heaven and kowtow your head into the dust.
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PS: Great, the main plot has been clarified.
Warning: The main character and the supporting characters are not very good, and I don't write perfect characters.
Purpose: The truth is revealed.
