One by One, the Wind Is Lifted

She knelt in front of him, her sleeves wet with tears, and she held the hairpin that Lian Xi had given her that year in her hand. She was clean and elegant. At this moment, she was no longer the princess that everyone in Weicheng envied. Her talents and favors were all in vain. Her eyes were red, she bit her lower lip, and severely cut her wrist. The blood smeared the dusk in the sky. If there is an afterlife, and she wants to be separated from him for years to come, it would be best to curse him, saying that she is the traitor, so that he can experience the bone-chilling chill of the snow. But she was very kind-hearted. How could she let it go? She could only die to show that her heart was so cold.