She wanted to hug him, but when she reached out her hand, she saw him turning into Tuoba Hong's face, looking at her with anger and despair, saying: ****, ****.
That was his lips, she read it clearly.
There was still blood on her face, just like when she killed him - he was unfaithful to her once, and she failed him for a lifetime. Who would know who owed more?
Why should I point out the tombstone to me, what I love is nothingness?
I couldn't continue to embrace, so I had to let go.
Ye Jia was still calm, but she had held her hand for too long, and it seemed warm. He took a piece of clothing and put it on her body, and she suddenly felt sad: "Ye Jia, you have to wait for me here."
"I will definitely wait for you."
"You have to wait for me whether I come or not."
"Yes, I'll wait no matter whether you come or not."
She was satisfied, but she burst into tears and suddenly became crazy: "No! Don't wait for me, don't wait for me. As soon as I leave, please leave... Yejia, don't wait for me, don't wait for me again...
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She turned around and left.
Ye Jia kept looking at her back and walked away. This time, she never looked back. Her steps were calm at first, but later, they became faster and faster, and finally, completely disappeared into a cold area.
In the fog... it seems like a date running towards a death.
At this time, he sighed in a low voice. The hut was lonely, the hut was simple, the cold wind blew, and the thousand taels of silver in his arms... All of this was like an illusion. It was not just her,
Even he felt it was an hallucination until his chest began to hurt, and he was tragically painful. He pulled open his clothes and saw blood-stained blood-red, one by one
Permeate out.
When she was there, he forced himself to suppress it.
When she left, he knew that the deadline had come.
She was actually afraid that he would run away. Who in this world would run away at this time? Just like a patient with cancer, would he be worried about being kidnapped or murdered by others? No, no, he will never
Worry.
not at all.
In my heart, there is unprecedented fearlessness.
But this wish is finally in vain, because beauty will wither, just like those dying breaths.
But the tears that women easily shed will deceive you when they are alive, but will make you extremely sad when they are dead.