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In the depths of the evening clouds, the moon breaks at dusk.

The twilight in spring is truly charming.

Inside the imperial palace, there is a huge palace-like building with golden glazed tiles shining brightly in the sun. This is the emperor's sleeping hall - Longxuan Hall.

The two lifelike flying dragons on the eaves of Longxuan Hall, with golden scales and armor, are so vivid that they seem to want to fly into the sky. They are so magnificent, showing the supremacy of imperial power!

At dusk, the setting sun covered the high walls with a hazy yellow veil, making the resplendent palace a little more peaceful.

In the Longxuan Hall, on a large sandalwood bed with carved dragons, lay a beautiful woman.

Her face was as calm as water.

Her satin-like long hair lay flat on the bed, her face was a little pale, but she still couldn't hide her celestial appearance.

A tall and slender man, with profound and handsome facial features, combined together is extremely handsome, it is really hard to imagine that there are people with such looks in the world.

There was a hint of melancholy on his handsome face, and his big hands wrapped the catkins of the woman on the bed, gently caressing them.

"Your majesty..." An imperial physician came in and bowed to Long Haoran.

"Let's start!" Long Haoran signaled.

The imperial doctor took the woman's pulse, and after a while, he turned around, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, your lady's pulse has gradually stabilized, and if there is no accident, she will wake up in two days."

Long Haoran stared at that peaceful sleeping face, stretched out his hand to caress her pale face, "I don't want to hear any surprises, let's go down first!"

"Yes, I will leave!"

Long Haoran watched the imperial physician go out, and waved his hand to let the palace servants go out, leaving only Long Haoran and the woman in the inner hall.

He took off his shoes, changed his clothes, got into bed, and lay beside the woman, drawing on her slender willow eyebrows.

Her delicate nose, her pink but somewhat waxy lips... He looked at her eyes full of nostalgia and tenderness.

"Yiyi, haven't you slept enough? I'm still waiting for you to wake up!"

His lips lightly touched her smooth forehead, leaving a light kiss, his eyes soft.

That day, He Lanyi committed suicide by slashing her wrists, blood stained her clothes, wet the floor, and scalded Long Haoran's fiery heart, but in the end, he failed to fulfill her.

Xiaoran can die, but she cannot die!

Time flies with the breeze, the sun has set, and the night has come.

The spring night is slowly coming, gradually swallowing up the whole world, but the hazy moonlight is extraordinarily soft.

When a new moon rises on this spring night, the softness and lightness of the spring night, like soft blue silk, touches the softest corner of the heart, which is called - emotion!

Long Haoran stretched out his arms to wrap around He Lanyi's waist, letting her lean on his chest, he was willing to embrace her forever in this life.

"Baby, go on sleeping. I hope that you will gradually open your beautiful eyes with the sun tomorrow; when you wake up, I will give you a brand new love and a new life. From then on, you will be I am Long Haoran's Yiyi alone."

There was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, he closed his eyes slowly, and fell asleep with her in his arms.

When the sun rises again, whose life has been rewritten?

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Long Haoran, this is the rhythm of driving people to death, my dear, I will use more gentle methods in the future, those who agree, please quickly raise your hands, okay~~~~~~~~~~~~