Chapter 259: She Says She Doesn't Care About the Happiness He Gives 9
The wind blows through the curtains, and the cool moonlight shines into the room through the curtains.
A piece of paper was blown by the wind and landed at Su Qi's feet. Su Qi stretched out her hand and looked at the vigorous calligraphy on it. Her heart suddenly hurt. She spread out the paper and saw the writing clearly. Su Qi suddenly felt weak all over.
Not a trace of strength.
"Take a step first.
Xiao Hen."
Go first? Why don't you remember to wait for me?
You know, this step between us, I am afraid that if we turn around, we may never see each other again, making this silent farewell forever.
Su Qi had resentment in her heart. She didn't know why Xiao Hen didn't wait for his last night, or rather his last few steps.
The emperor granted her a marriage as a punishment for her female companion dressing up as a man.
If she doesn't agree, then her father will definitely be implicated. If she agrees, what will happen to her Xiao Hen? How can she bear the burden of this love that finally came together?
Su Qi sat dumbly on the ground, her plain clothes stained red with blood.
Then she quietly raised her eyes and looked at the ink-colored sword on the desk. Su Qi lifted the legs of the table and climbed up, picked up the cold sword, pulled out its scabbard, and placed the sharp and bright blade on it.
With Su Qi's cold and desperate face, Su Qi reached out and touched the edge of the blade, letting her own blood drip onto the blade bit by bit.
Qiu Muze rushed in and snatched the sword from Su Qi's hand, and shouted: "Don't think that death can solve the problem. Su Qi, you believe me, Xiao Hen can't give you the happiness you want. Except for me,
No one can give you more than you can afford."
Qiu Muze took the sword from Su Qi's hand, which was still on the ground, and took Su Qi's bloody hand. Her distressed eyes suddenly became sharp. For the man who only wanted to gain the world, her hands that were not wet with spring water unexpectedly turned around again.
A bloodbath.
He wanted to scold her loudly and tell him with his own ears that her Xiao Hen only went back to protect his position and left her alone.
But he didn't, with hidden anger hidden in his bones, he bent his head and blew on her wound gently.
Su Qi withdrew her hand, pushed him away, then squatted down and picked up the sword on the ground, holding it in her hand in panic. Then she opened her eyes and glared at Qiu Muche: "Why do you say that to him? Can Xiao Hen give it to me?"
It's our business to make me happy and it has nothing to do with you. As for the happiness you give me, I don't care at all. Come out."
Su Qi roared at Qiu Muze, and the suppressed anger in her heart suddenly came to her mind. Looking at Qiu Muze's angry eyes, Su Qi subconsciously clenched the sword in her hand. If he dared to charge over, she would never be polite to him.
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In the cool dark night, the wind occasionally swept through the window, extinguishing the raging fire between the two.
Qiu Muze stood at the table in white clothes, looking at Su Qi's cold tears and blood-dripping hands.
His clenched hands were squeezed together tightly, and the veins on his hands popped out.
The woman in front of her, whom she wholeheartedly wanted to give her happiness, had no place for him in her heart.
She said she didn't care about the happiness he gave her, not at all.
He wanted to know where he failed and where he was inferior.
"If you choose him, how can I be inferior to him?" Qiu Muze looked at Su Qi's misty eyes, and the cold tears in them were just for someone who was not worthy at all.