The Cold-Hearted Princess in the World of Power

The biting cold of the March river penetrated every nerve of hers like thousands of years of ice. The fiery red wedding dress floated in the water like streaks of blood. The surrounding river was wild and raging like a demon grabbing her and dragging her to the abyss. Xiao Luo watched the collapsed person on the shore getting smaller and smaller, and finally his vision blurred. A voice appeared in his ear: Have you ever loved me? "I love you." Her body sank quickly, hiding her last tear in the water. This time it was just for him. Xiao Luo finally admitted with her lips moving. Then she closed her eyes and waited for death to take her away. People know their own thoughts best when they die. If I were not me, you were not you, without that war and that encounter, maybe things would be much better! She couldn't help but think about it, but all the past events were pouring into her brain like the river around her, just like when he broke into her life in the same domineering and reckless way. Helian Yeqing, if there were still what-ifs, would you still be waiting for me where you are? After that, she lost consciousness. This nightmare, this entanglement in this life, and everything with this person became in vain. Goodbye. Will you always meet such a person, who breaks into your world like a demon, occupies your heart, occupies your life, and finally leaves you with scars, leaving you to lick the wounds alone. You have loved and hated, but you can't let go. When time passes, will you still meet him in the first place?