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Shui Lian suddenly remembered that when she was in the courtyard, she was lying on the bed like this. Gradually, her whole body became cold, and her chest was no longer warm. From that time on, she felt that she was dead...really dead. It happened once... how about this time? ?Is it so again? ? ? ?

She even forgot about that child. (www>

Dimly scattered in front of my eyes is another man's face.It was his powerful hands, when she was on the verge of extinction, pulling her was like pulling a drowning person out of the water...

In front of him was a golden avenue. Where he walked, the sea water automatically split into two halves, and the mountains automatically avoided a road... [

However, His Majesty was still standing there in a daze, he was completely at a loss, and was even more desperate than her>

It was like a long dream for him. When he woke up, everything in the dream was naturally gone.

It's just that he never expected that this dream would be so real. He didn't feel any sadness, but just felt a void, a terrible void spreading endlessly, like a bloody storm flying between heaven and earth, just like before the royal conquest The hesitation is like an ideal you have been fighting for all your life, and finally, you find it is a joke...

His heart was empty, not sad, not angry, and not complaining.

Just standing blankly in front of Shui Lian's bed.

No matter how vain it all was, the blood was real.

Shui Lian was afraid that she wouldn't be able to wake up. Subconsciously, maybe she didn't want to wake up, so she just fell asleep like this until the world was old and the universe was prehistoric. Perhaps that would be the best ending...

Time, slowly stand still.

Shangshan Palace has never been so quiet.

That night, it seemed to be a nightless sky. The sunset glow stayed on the horizon for a long, long time.

White clouds can also change, oceans and lakes, gathering sand to form towers, every plant and every tree, are inextricably linked... It's like a person drawing a sand painting on the sand, and the pattern changes when the wind blows.

She has been looking forward to everything for so long, and she can no longer put it together...

Her hoarse voice suddenly wailed again, like the last afterglow of the returning light.

"Your Majesty...save me...please save me...I don't want to die...I don't want to die...the third prince save me...your majesty save me...please save me..."