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Such a cold, arrogant and impeccable Xiao Jue. Even though time flies by, it can't change the sadness in his bones. But at this moment, he was extremely humble. He was so panicked that he clutched Yun Qiao's sleeves and begged in a low voice, "Qiao Qiao, give me another chance. I beg you, let's start over, start over. Qiao Qiao, don't leave me, don't leave me..." Yun Qiao quickly took out a dagger, cut off the sleeves of his robe, and then stepped back, instantly widening the distance between him and him. Their eyes met, she still looked at Xiao Jue calmly, and said lightly without sadness or joy, "Your Majesty, my heart is dead." "You still don't want me after all, but Qiao Qiao, I have already lost you once, and I can't lose you again. I would rather you torture me to death than be someone else's." The gears of destiny have already been turning. Looking back on this life, Yun Qiao discovered that regret or no regret is ultimately a mistake. Years later, Xiao Jue held the broken jade in his hand and thought countless times whether it would be stronger if replaced with a horn comb, whether it could... He murmured to himself like a demon, "Qiao Qiao..." But the only response to him was endless loneliness and silence... Perhaps the broken jade was Yun Qiao's best answer to him...