Her face was pale, her hands and feet were cold, and she was dressed in old clothes, which were in sharp and surprising harmony with the coldness in the room, as if this cold palace was tailor-made for her.
Her body and heart seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice, and from then on, no sunlight could shine through.
No, she's not like that.
She is the girl in the temple holding a book and wearing a white gauze - her back, her back.
Such a beautiful back view;
She is a girl in black clothes and black boots at the foot of North Wudang Mountain. Her hair is tied into a high and flamboyant ponytail, and she is carrying a basket for collecting herbs. She is full of energy and vitality!
"Pay me back my meal money!"
"Give me my meal money!"
"You still owe me food money..."
…
Such a beautiful sound, it hits my ears.
…
Luo Jia looked at her, watching the wind blowing her collar up, and she was huddled on the bed, even more haggard, as if she was like a yellow leaf about to fall off a tree.
Who made her become like this?
Who is it?
She sighed lowly: "Forget it, Your Majesty, I actually know that you will not let me go. I am not qualified to negotiate terms with you. I have always been your prisoner, just like a dog you raised. You
If you want to kill, just kill!"
"Fangfei!!!"
She smiled sadly: "Today, it is indeed time for you to vent your anger for Zhang Jieyu and the others. This is my retribution, the retribution of a subjugated bastard. I was not burned to death at the beginning, and I lingered for these days. Now,
It's time for retribution... You go, you all go... No one should look at me, I won't run away, you all go..."
She closed her eyes and fell completely into silence.
His heart was clogged, as if filled with heavy stones. He stared at the haggard face and spoke so slowly.
"Fangfei, I promise you...if you really don't want to stay in the palace...I...promise to let you go..."