Is it really wrong? Is he really using love as an excuse to be hurt?

However, he was clearly working so hard in love, working so hard that his heart began to break inch by inch, working so hard that his heart was broken into pieces, but he still refused to give up...

He imprisoned her, he forced her, he threatened her...

All of this is just because of deep love.

He loved her so much, why did it end up hurting her?

Zhong Qingye saw that Qi Mu's originally stiff back collapsed inch by inch, as if a world that had been struggling to support finally began to fall apart at the beginning and the end when the final fragmentation came.

There was a crisp sound, or there was never any sound at all, it was quiet and fragmented.

Qi Mu's whole body shrank, and he fell forward with all his strength. The pulley under the wooden wheelchair began to move backward due to the force, causing him to fall down, and he fell heavily in front of Miss Lian's grave.

Qi Yu wanted to step forward and hold him, but was shocked by the haze and death that enveloped him. His whole body seemed to be stiff, unable to move at all. Together with Fu Yan, who had just rushed over, he stood still in place.

Zhong Qingye stood behind him with cold eyes, a different emotion spreading in his heart, he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or sympathy.

Qi Mu suddenly laughed out loud. The laughter in his mouth grew louder and louder, almost suppressed. His body was shaking violently. In summer, it was like dead leaves on winter branches, trembling near death.

He crawled forward, using up almost all his strength, and dug his dry fingers into the turf, bringing out the brown soil. He really wanted to walk to the grave, but his body was too weak, and even his eyes began to tremble.

He was so black that he could hardly see the world in front of him.

He finally stopped and hugged his body. His trembling became more and more severe. Zhong Qingye could no longer tell whether he was crying or laughing. The fiery sunset made his figure thin and sad.

Choke, like a wandering little beast, roaring.

The glazed tiles of the house in the distance were bright and dazzling. Qi Mu finally knelt in front of Miss Lian's grave. His face was still trembling. His face was swollen and trembling as if it would fall off at any time. His face was covered with red veins and wrinkles like ugly lines.

Worms were mottled and raging on his face, his flesh and blood were bloody, and he was as hideous as a ghost.

He tried his best to cover his cheeks, and desperate roars continued to leak out from between his fingers. His trembling body seemed to have been forced for a lifetime, and he was approaching death. In the end, it was like a broken mirror, which was shattered on the ground next to his ears.

Muddy tears flowed from Fu Yan's eyes, and he looked motionless at Qi Mu, who had completely collapsed. His knees softened and he knelt down heavily behind him.

Zhong Qingye said nothing, with a face as cold as ice. When she came, if Fu Yan hadn't repeated it over and over again in Qi Mu's ears for so many years, Qi Mu wouldn't have understood all this to where he is today.

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Love is never something that can be forced. The result of his forcing is nothing more than forcing Miss Lian to turn into earth and trap herself in a narrow circle from which she cannot escape.

I don't know how long it took, but Qi Mu seemed to gradually calm down. His body was still trembling, but the scoffing sounds that sounded like crying but not laughing gradually stopped. He raised his head, looking completely different from the way he used to sit on the throne. Zhong

Qingye seemed to hear him sigh, full of lingering and despair after washing away all the trouble.

"A thousand years of fame will bury you in one lifetime; the exquisite country is ridiculous but the heart of a king..."

Qi Mu slowly muttered this sentence, and his raised head finally dropped down little by little. Large strings of black and red blood fell from his nostrils and lips, dripping on the green grass on the ground, facing the

The bright sunset emits a magnificent and strange luster.

Fu Yan rushed forward in fear, roaring and crying in the next second, Qi Mo pursed his lips, Qi Yu silently turned his head, without saying a word, Fu Yan's desperate crying and shouting echoed in the air, accompanied by the tombstone

The fragrance of lotus flowers is like the last rippling soul song.

Zhong Qingye was silent, and suddenly remembered the dream he had when he was unconscious at the Queen's Ceremony. The background of the dream was an extremely rare red sunset, in full swing, and the long cloud ribbons brought out by the floating clouds were like the colorful hands of a young girl.

The silk threads are bright and thrilling.

The light swayed and dyed, and the whole world was covered with a blood-red veil. She had never seen such a red sunset, it was really like the color of blood.

In the dream, she was standing on a slope, with the scenery of Qianhe sitting in the sunset behind her. A man was in front of her, with a lotus flower embroidered on his dark purple clothes. His face was surrounded by light, and his facial features were blurred and sparse.

, can only feel the overwhelming despair in the air.

Everything in that dream overlapped with the scene at this moment, and there was no deviation at all.
Chapter completed!