Four years ago, someone just woke up after faking his death and leaving the palace.
"Master, don't you still believe me?"
The woman's face was pale, her expression was haggard, she had no scars all over her body, and she was silently sad.
Qingqi had left her side in order to save her, she had to believe it. Could she still not believe it?
Does it take a day when everyone around her is hurt before she chooses to believe it? Before that, she has been selfishly deceiving herself and others? She shook her head gently, she couldn't do it. Those were the people she cared about, and she did
She couldn't be an indifferent outsider without watching indifferently!
"What should I do so as not to hurt the people around me?" The woman's tone was weak and self-deprecating.
"There is no emotion. A person without emotion will not commit disaster." The old priest's voice was cruel and cold.
The woman lowered her head, and a strange look suddenly appeared on her indifferent face: "Is this the reason why you rushed over before I woke up and asked me to take the Forgettable Pill before they saw me?
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The old priest looked at her sadly: "My whole heart is for the good of my master."
The woman chuckled coolly: "For my own good?"
She knew that he had forgotten a lot, so no matter what he did, how indifferent he was to her later, even in that place full of lovesickness, he almost killed him indifferently. She still did not blame him, nor did she blame him
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If this is the path she is destined to choose, even if she is alone for the rest of her life because of her choice, she will not regret it and will never regret it.
Even if she can't always be by their side to protect them and keep them warm, then, at least, if they follow her without regrets, they won't be hurt, and they won't be hurt in any way because of her.
If this could alleviate everything that fate had given her, including the disaster, then she would willingly surrender.
"As of today, Master still hasn't given up, hasn't he given up yet?"
"Haha..." The scarred woman smiled miserably, sadly, and hopelessly.
"Old priest, if this is the result you expect, then I promise you, I will take the medicine. I will forget everything, and then, I will be a competent master. Let everyone in the world who live according to that belief be able to
Find your own destination." The woman's eyes were filled with tears, but her mouth was still smiling, like a person who was deeply saddened and suddenly saw another clown's performance and reluctantly smiled.
But where is her destination between heaven and earth?
Fate is really a sad joke for her.
"I don't know how to enjoy life, and I don't know how to hate death. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. We are destined to be in this life, so don't be happy for the living and don't be sad for the dead." The woman murmured softly. Her eyes were sad, and unknowingly, tears filled her eyes.
Eyelashes. The years are getting late, who can keep my beauty forever? The traces of tears are still there, and my heart is terribly hurt.
It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to support each other in the mist!
Is this the destined ending?
She smiled desperately, like clearing away the dirt in the dark night and heading towards the birth of light, like the coquettish red flower on the cactus that still stood proudly in the dust in the endless desert. She sighed deeply, and then closed her eyes.
, he raised his head and swallowed the pill that almost shattered into pieces in his palm.
In the dream, there was a pair of familiar deep silver and purple eyes. Those eyes were full of pain, obsession, pity, lovesickness, hope, and... obsession.
Her closed heart still ached slightly. She seemed to have fallen into an abyss alone, and the sound of the falling wind still lingered in her ears. She knew that there was no way to save her, and there was no branch or vine around her that could make her fall.
She grabs.
In the end, she and him could only fall into her empty cliff together. The weight of the fall was enough for them to disappear in a lifetime. But now, she indulged her body in the darkness, sinking and sinking.
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Maybe, there will never be a day when I wake up, maybe, nothing will change when I wake up tomorrow. Who knows? God cannot predict everyone's fate, not to mention that she is just a silent woman in the world...
There are many dusk clouds, where are the beauties? They all return to the crows.
Don't talk about living among flowers. Those who cherish flowers will leave them without owners. In this world, those who sink will sink by themselves, and those who float will float by themselves.
The Swallow Tower was empty, covered with dark dust and a bed of string ropes. I looked up at the sky in the distance, which was still dazzlingly blue, but not far away, there was a thin cloud, like a tear, which looked very abrupt in the sky.
I frowned slightly, finally turned around, and touched the scar on my chest unconsciously, as if it was still aching. A few hours after I woke up, I couldn't wait to come here. I don't understand why he
Want to do this?
I thought I could see through many things, but the moment his sword penetrated Sima Rui's body, I really didn't understand.
Moreover, until today I reluctantly woke up, Sima Rui was still in a coma, seeming to have entered a state of death, that is, suspended animation. And I don't know if I can save him.
I looked indifferently at the old man who was forced to the ground, and said quietly: "Is this the price you paid me? Just because I didn't go back with you."
His expressionless face twitched slightly, but there was a kind of pity in his eyes, a kind of pity that seemed to say that you don't understand. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
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Suddenly, Xiaobai, who was lying silently on the edge of the window, sighed slightly in my thoughts.
I was slightly confused.
Then he began to tell me a long-term, very, very long story that has almost been submerged by the long flow of history.
After I finished listening, I looked at this old man again with astonishment, pity, and unspeakable complexity in my eyes. I don’t know if it was because of him or the man in red that left footprints in my memory.
The charming man.
There have been a few wisps of white frost on the temples, a few deep wrinkles carved on the forehead, and a sudden, ugly, red scar like a winding snake on the neck. There is no visible trace of this.
Emotional, insensitive, living in the world like a dead spirit. Only once did he get angry and insisted on coming all the way from the Later Qin Dynasty to come here to find me.
All because, he, this inconspicuous old man, turned out to be the Emperor Yuwen Mijin of the Later Qin Dynasty who was rumored to have died mysteriously and disappeared mysteriously! Among the kings of the Later Qin Dynasty, this Yuwen Mijin was the most bizarre.
Soon, he disappeared from the world, leaving the people of the Later Qin Dynasty puzzled. After he disappeared, his younger brother, who is now the post-Qin Yuwen Wenyou. The entanglement here was not expected to be so complicated.
I lowered my head and was silent.
However, what shocked me even more was that Yuwen Ruojian, the most strange and mysterious seventh prince, the real master of the Later Qin Dynasty, was not the child of the current emperor Yuwen Wenxu, but... the child of Yuwen Mijin who mysteriously disappeared back then.
biological son!!
At that moment, I suddenly understood why, when he, dressed in red and standing at the top, smiled so evilly and coquettishly, I only saw...sadness, and hidden sadness.