When he hugged her, he realized her thinness and her body was like a leaf.
After so long, her body is empty.
It was completely dry.
It almost makes people feel the weight.
Pity, regret, heartbreak... All kinds of emotions surge into my heart.
After all, this is the woman I once loved.
Until this time, such love did not disappear.
"Miaolian...Miaolian...ah...why are you suffering????????"
She opened her eyes, and at that time, her eyes were very empty.
Even the hatred towards him was gone.
But he reached out and pushed him away.
Tuoba Hong could only let go - because her blood was printed on his clothes - it was so bloody - he was afraid that if he fought against her a little, the disabled palm would fall off.
It's bloody and terrible.
It hurts!
Even he felt a strong pain.
But she didn't realize it at all.
It really doesn't hurt.
It was like those hands were not hers at all.
She turned around and climbed the shaft again.
This time, I stood up.
Next to it, there were shocking bloody marks.
It's like being imprinted in his heart.
Two palace maids supported her and got onto the carriage tremblingly.
The doors are about to be closed.
He saw her turn.
He looked at him directly.
His eyes became very calm.
Through him, he even saw the tall beauty hidden in the bushes behind him—and her big belly.
At that time, I had already understood it completely.
The son is hers, the queen is hers, and the country is also hers... The most important thing is that this man has been hers from now on... In the palace, a woman without a son is like a useless person. There is no love, and there is no hope.