His voice was clear and organized, but it completely eliminated her last glimmer of hope.
Her hand holding the wine glass suddenly exerted force, almost crushing the wine glass. However, she was powerless. The force of her hand became smaller and smaller.
Finally, with a bang, the cup fell to the ground. It was the hard granite floor before the tombstone. The cup rotated and smashed to pieces.
The sound is so huge that it shatters the darkness of the night. It even brings ripples, breeze, penetrates the hearts, and is completely cold. Without hope, people will feel cold. It seems that the flesh and blood body can no longer stop such times.
Lost. Perhaps what Emperor Hongwen said is true! He always makes sense.
At this time, I really feel tired and tired.
Emperor Hongwen looked at her for a long time.
He is different from her.
He also remembered his father; but it was just a memory, just like any child to the elder; the elder whom he loved most left, no child would be buried with him, because this is the natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death.
Now, it's his world.
He is extremely rational.
"Fangfei!"
Under the moonlight, his eyes were very strange. It was a kind of joy, a desire, a kind of anxiety and rebellion that was eager to break through some barriers.
However, Fangfei just sat blankly on the ground and didn't see his eyes at all.
The wind blows over.
The cold that enters the heart and lungs.
She bent down and held her knees with her hands, no one knew what she was thinking.
Emperor Hongwen took a few steps and pulled her up.
But she suddenly tried hard and opened his hand desperately.
"Fangfei..."
His voice was slightly hoarse.
Under the moonlight, he saw the woman's tears. At this time, he was no longer the Queen Mother Feng who was fighting and fighting, but just a woman, an ordinary and unstoppable woman.
Lose my love forever!
This life is a long widow's life, lonely and lonely.