Burial in Red Clothes

The wedding dress is thin and the red dress is thin. Don't wait for the red dress to pass away. Yan Ning used all her strength to stretch out her hand, intending to catch Jin Yi who was slowly disappearing in the darkness. "Jin Yi..." No matter how much she wanted to make a sound, no sound came out. She suddenly remembered that the poison on her body had not dissipated yet, and she was just a little bit closer, just a little bit, just a little bit close to touching him. It was close, so close. She seemed to be able to feel the warmth of Jean's body in the air, and the familiar temperature made her eyes well up with tears. Suddenly, a mouthful of fishy-sweetness surged up from her lungs, and the entire nasal cavity was filled with an uncomfortable itching. The smell of fishy-sweetness became heavier and heavier, "Jinyi..." She still couldn't make a sound. The feeling of irritability and weakness surged back and forth in the muscles of her body, and when she raised her head, she felt Suddenly, Jin Yi in white clothes had walked far away without knowing it, and slowly disappeared into the darkness. In his sadness, he realized that he was in a water prison, with his lower body immersed in cold water. The coolness of the sewage instantly overwhelmed him, and a man's sad voice kept appearing in his dream. "Yan Ning, you are mine." "Yan Ning, go up to the poor blue and fall down to the underworld. I will find you too." "Yan Ning, you can't escape."