Shui Lian suddenly remembered that when she was in the courtyard, she was lying like this. Gradually, her whole body became cold, and there was no heat in her chest. From that time on, she felt like she was dead... really dead.

It happened once... What about this time?? Is it like this again????

She even forgot about the child.(www

Scattered vaguely in front of her eyes was the face of another man. It was his big, powerful hands that pulled her out when she was in danger, just 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, Your Majesty still stood there in a daze. He was completely helpless and even more desperate than she was.

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

However, he never expected that this dream would be so real. He didn't feel any sadness, he just felt void. A terrible void spreading endlessly, just like the bloody wind and rain flying between heaven and earth, just like before the imperial commander's personal expedition.

The hesitation is just like an ideal that you have worked hard for all your life, and in the end, you found out that it was a joke...

He felt empty in his heart, not sad, not angry, nor blaming others.

He just stood blankly in front of Shui Lian's bed.

No matter how empty it all is, the blood is real.

Shui Lian was afraid that she would not be able to wake up. Subconsciously, she might not want to wake up, so she would just fall asleep like this until the end of time and the universe began. This might be the best ending...

Time slowly stopped.

Shangshan Palace has never been so quiet.

That night seemed to be a nightless sky, with the sunset glow lingering on the horizon for a long, long time. It was brilliant and brilliant, making the clouds on the horizon converge into a truly huge Milky Way.

The white clouds will also change, the oceans and lakes, the sand gathered into towers, the plants and trees, inextricably linked... It's like a person drawing sand paintings on the sand. When the wind blows, the pattern changes.

Everything she had been looking forward to for so long could no longer be pieced together...

Her hoarse voice suddenly started wailing again, like the last afterglow of a flashback.
Chapter completed!