My Dear, the Tyrant Is Jealous Again

"Qianqian, come here." Zhou Xuan's eyes turned red and he stretched out his hand towards Guan Qian, who was standing on the edge of the cliff. Guan Qian burst into tears and shook his head stubbornly: "It's impossible, Zhou Xuan, we're done." "No! No, we can't end it!" Guan Qian's tears blurred his vision, and he couldn't see Zhou Xuan clearly in front of him. "Zhou Xuan, goodbye." "No -" Zhou Xuan staggered to the edge of the cliff and watched the red dress disappear into the abyss little by little. Zhou Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at the direction where Guan Qian disappeared and passed out. "Your Majesty!" "Someone come quickly!" "Qianqian, I originally thought that I could take care of both the country and you, but then I found out that with you, I don't need this country."