The Beauty of Beauty: the Wind Sings and the Flowers Fall, Waiting for the Beautiful City

Previous life: Pain, heart-piercing pain, even moaning was so difficult. I'm so tired, really tired, I really want to sleep like this and never wake up! ! This life: You are a broom star. You have killed your parents and your husband. How many people have to be killed before you are willing to do so. I wish I could kill you and chop your bones into ashes~~~~ "Let me go, it will be good for everyone." Her heart was as gray as death. "Don't even think about it, not even God can take you away from me." His violent eyes seemed to be about to devour her in an instant. She stopped looking at him, stopped talking, and the torture continued like this~~~~