——Since we cannot turn the world around, we have to admit defeat. Everyone will not shed tears without seeing the coffin.
This is the only conclusion he came to after the second half of his life fighting with Empress Dowager Feng.
Unexpectedly, it was so relaxed.
Sometimes, failure is a complete relief.
He fell into a thick pile of fallen leaves, stretching his limbs, like a huge black specimen - like a black bat.
Whether it is the Batman or the Old A... Everything is a code name, a microcosm of his struggle for and failure in his life. In the end, he became a wanted criminal on playing cards.
His figure fell completely on the ground.
It's like a long time I've died.
The heart is sadder than the body.
Life is more miserable than love.
People who are frivolous in life only know how to eat, wear, eat, and spend money.
Only those who strive for great ideals until the end of failure can experience that kind of tragedy.
The child stared at him, and suddenly felt a strong sadness came from it, and his voice was filled with crying: "You...who are you?"
"Who am I? Who am I?"
He murmured to himself: "I don't know...I don't know either..."
Even a hint of horror.
His eyes quietly looked at a place.
They all know!
She knows!
He knows, too!
Luo Jia, Fangfei!
Everyone in this world knows it.
But don't know!
Even if everyone in the world knows it, this child must not be allowed to know it.
Everyone in the world can face it, but they can’t face it!!!
He can't face the child.
I can't face the child's warm and bright eyes and the helping hands, because he knew completely that these eyes were completely opposite to his political views. However, he was his best heir.
His thin hands trembled violently in the dark night, and even hugged the child, he lost his strength.