"Prince San, wait for me... Wait for me... Stop... You come back... I have a lot to say to you... Prince San, wait for me, you wait for me... Prince San... Prince San
, As long as you come back, I won’t leave. I will listen to you, and I will listen to you in everything..."
There was only the echo in the forest, and the disturbed summer insects in the forest surrounded them, repeating over and over again, "The Third Prince... The Third Prince... I'll go with you..."
She screamed exhausted and futilely. [26nbsp;] Finally, her voice became hoarse.
There was a rustling sound of wind, and she followed happily, just an unknown little animal jumping and running away.
As soon as her legs were weak, she fell to the ground and leaned against a big tree, tears falling like rain.
I will always lose it before I realize that some things will never come again. No one can enjoy the good things others are doing to you forever.
She held the tree trunk, as if she was the only support in the world.
What you can rely on is just a tree.
The moon walks slowly, and it is like a graceful princess, dignified and quiet, and will never move a little faster, for fear of messing up its elegant steps. A trace of clouds floated over, as if it wanted to appreciate the beauty of the color
, then stayed at the top of the largest tree, stopping and watching.
The last trace of light was also blocked, the endless blackness, the sound of the wind, the sound of one's own breathing. There are only these two things left in this world. Is this jungle your last refuge?
No, not willing to give up.
But I couldn't stand up, despair and fatigue, and had exhausted the last bit of strength, and could only lie quietly, like a corpse with a breath.
The moonlight slowly, slowly, gradually, and later, I could no longer walk.
But my mind was still clear. As long as I closed my eyes, I might not be able to open it. My strong will to live, my unfair treatment, my unfaithful emperor, my proud Cui Yunxi, and the third prince who was hurt by me...
A vivid and vivid face...
"Little Shuilian...Little Shuilian..."
Is it the wind blowing? Is it the clouds floating? Is it the illusion rushing?
She stretched out her hand, but it was empty. She couldn't hold on, she couldn't hold on to anything.
"Little Devil, Little Devil..."
"Little Devil...Little Devil, what's wrong with you..."
In the joyful state of mind, my eyelids finally couldn't open them and walked towards the abyss of fatigue bit by bit.