Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 228 – Who is the Thrushcrosser in Green Window?
"He's had a hard time all these years, and he only has me left!"

"Qingmei, you are so stupid..."

"If there must be one person in hell, it can only be me!"

"Qin Yin!"

She seemed to be struggling and tossing, not knowing how to start.

"Can you play a scene with me? The scene of saying goodbye to him! The scene where you take me away..."

"it is good!"

"I'm really grateful to you! I can't repay you in this life, I..."

"Then allow me in the next life. In the next life, you must first meet me and fall in love with me!"

Standing aside, Sikong Que stared at Qin Yin with a complicated expression. He really wanted to prevent Li Qingmei from making a promise to Qin Yin in the next life, but suddenly thought that he was no longer worthy to keep him.

"Rika! Help me dress up! Hurry up!"

She spoke shyly and held her cheeks. Although she couldn't feel it, she knew that she must be blushing at this moment.

"Liyi! Bring me my makeup box!"

"And my new peach pink shirt at the bottom of the suitcase! It's neatly ironed!"

"Also, there are also the green plum satin embroidered shoes I embroidered!"

Li Qingmei slightly nervously ordered Li Yi to put on the shroud that she had prepared to wear when she was encoffined today.

"That's right! The three green plum hairpins in the interlayer of the makeup box, and the purple jade ring, please remember to treat me...after I go into the coffin, I will take it with me!"

"Give me the hairpin and ring first, I haven't worn them for a long time, I miss them so much!"

Seeing her holding the hairpin and ring in her palms and caressing them like treasures, Sikong Que's vision has long been blurred.

It turned out that the so-called pawning of the things he gave her was just a play she played for herself.

He stretched out his fingertips tremblingly, wanting to touch her pale face.

"Pear clothes..."

Li Qingmei once again caressed her face in disappointment. At this time, due to the reflection of the light, her face was covered with a sickly and strange crimson.

"Make my makeup more delicate, don't scare him!"

"…it is good……"

With sobs, Eriyi carefully applied makeup and makeup for her, but she was already dying of illness, how could makeup and powder cover up the decadent face at the time of her death.

"Liyi, please remember to draw the distant eyebrows for me. He said that I painted the distant eyebrows to be beautiful. He used to draw the distant eyebrows for me every day!"

At this time, Sikong Que had already bit his lip out of forbearance, dripping with blood.

He held his breath, took the Qingluodai from Huiliyi's hand, bent down, and painted her eyebrows for the last time.

He once promised her that he would only thrash eyebrows for her in his life.

He once said that she was his weakness in this life.

He once said that he would protect her behind him.

But now thinking of the promises he had made, it was like a loud and ironic slap in the face, slapping his soul one after another.

When he got closer to her, he choked up several times, and her eyes looked at him shyly, but the eyes were invisible and empty.

And her protruding cheekbones, like sharp knives, lingered at him.

She was really very thin, as thin as a crumbling human skeleton, and with a little effort, she might turn into a bunch of pink skeletons.

His heart was full of heartache and remorse, and with his silent strokes, he carefully painted the sparse eyebrows that were left behind due to her extreme weakness.

Tears, like a long river breaking its embankment, can't stop.

When those tears fell on the sleeves of Li Qingmei's well-dressed shroud, he stretched out his hand and wiped them carefully, so as not to stain her sleeves with his own filth.

"Qingmei, it's all done, today you are so beautiful, I can't move my eyes!"

"Really!"

"Will he...will he like it?"

She asked cautiously, not confidently.

Sikong Que's mouth opened and closed silently, and he addressed Li Qingmei, who was slowly starting to feel lost, word by word in a silent manner.

The shape of his mouth said: I have no love but you.

"You can invite him over now! Remember to hide the child!"

She exhausted her last bit of strength and forced herself to sit upright.

(End of this chapter)