Shui Lian suddenly remembered that when she was in Siheyuan, she was lying in this way. Gradually, her whole body became cold and there was no heat in her chest. That was when she got up, she felt that she was dead... she really died.
Once...what is this time??Is this the case again?????
She even forgot that child.【26nbsp;】
The vague scattered in front of me was another man's face. It was his powerful hands. When she was in danger, she pulled her as if she was pulling a drowning person out of the water...
In front of me was a golden avenue. Wherever he walked, the sea water was automatically divided into two halves, and the mountains automatically avoided a road...
But His Majesty still stood there in a daze. 2c He was already in vain. 2c was even more desperate than her.
It was like a very long dream of him. When he woke up, then everything in the dream would naturally disappear.
However, he never expected that this dream would be so real. He did not feel any sadness, but felt that the void, a terrible void spread endlessly, just like the bloody storm flying between heaven and earth, just like before the emperor personally
The hesitation is like an ideal for you to strive for throughout your life. In the end, you find it a joke...
His heart was empty, neither sad, nor angry, nor blamed others.
Just stood blankly in front of Shui Lian's bed.
No matter how void all this is, the blood is real.
Shui Lian was afraid that she would not wake up. She subconsciously might not want to wake up, and just fell asleep in a drowsy way until the ending was gone, and the universe was prehistoric. Perhaps the best ending...
Time slowly calms down.
Shangshan Palace has never been so quiet.
That night seemed to be the sky that never night. The sunset was in the sky for a long time and never fell. It was magnificent and brilliant, making the clouds in the sky gather into a truly huge river of heaven.
White clouds can also change. The oceans and lakes gather sand into towers, every grass and tree, and thousands of threads... It's like a person painting sand on the sand. When the wind blows, the pattern changes.
Everything she had been looking forward to for so long, and she could never put it together again...
Her hoarse voice suddenly started to wail again, like the last bit of afterglow in the rebirth.
"Your Majesty... Save me... Please save me... I don't want to die... I don't want to die... The Third Prince saves me... Your Majesty saves me... Please save me..."