But, in life, how can there be so many regrets that can be repeated?
They, one by one, are blaming themselves for their concealment or cowardice! Is this cowardice? But what is it if they really go out?
Let your son die in despair, or be crazy on the spot, and the world is in chaos?
Or did you watch her die of an abortion? A woman hurts her body again and again?
With such a temperament, how could she marry someone else's child?
Even though I don’t mind, isn’t this a greater harm to her son?
I feel sorry for the woman who has miscarriage again and again. Which sin should not be counted on me? What reputation? What chastity? How can I compare to pity for her heart? If I continue to hurt again and again, I mean that I love her very much?
No, no, love a woman, that's not the case!
Who will be happy?
Even if you want it, you won’t have happiness!
Only by eternity can time help smooth the scars and submerge them.
The snowflakes fell one by one, but because they were too small, they could not be white or even covered. When they encountered the heat from the human body, they crawled in and almost condensed him into an ice man.
The sky is vast and the earth is vast. At this moment, we know what a desperate situation is.
A greater sorrow than death.
He was supported by a pair of hands.
He didn't even have the strength to refuse, and he tilted his head and vomited blood.
The old Taoist exclaimed: "Your Majesty!"
He is even more different from Emperor Hongwen. He is a healing body. A healthy and prosperous person vomits blood in such a big mouthful of blood, which is really an ominous sign.
"His Majesty……"
He was stunned, not sure if it was because of the snow light reflected - the white hair and beard were all white.
In an instant, the handsome man of the past turned into a completely white-headed man.
Not even a single extra black hair was left.
"His Majesty!"
His mouth was covered with blood, but he was unaware of it, and his voice was hoarse: "Take care for her, take good care of her, and don't let her suffer any more."