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The comatose Luo Shang's lips slowly curled up. Her sad and bitter smile that was unintentionally detected by others was extremely similar to the Hibiscus drooping in the middle of the water. She wanted to open her mouth, but she had no choice but to wilt. In the dream, the man's eyes were filled with gentleness. It was as long as water that couldn't be cut off, yet also like the bright sun in broad daylight. Even if she sank into it, she would still feel the warmth of that dream-like, unwilling to wake up.

Sparse clear moonlight penetrated through the lush foliage of the trees, slipped through the gaps under the trees, and shone on the cold and shiny ground, showing spots on the ground. Under the moonlight, the earth was like a shallow beach, and the gradually enlarged and flickering circular holes were also like the ripples of microwave energy in the water.

The serenity of the night did not affect the fragrance of the beautiful flowers in the slightest. A gentle breeze brushed by her, but she could not hear anything. Even the slightest movement of the leaves could not make out the slightest sound.

The deep sky was azure, and the bright and clear full moon hung high up in the east. Clouds and mist curled up around it, and it was as if a thin veil had been draped over everything, making it seem extremely hazy.

Beneath the tree, Luo Shang was nestling into the man's embrace. Her head was resting lightly on his chest, and the moonlight shone on half of her face, reflecting her current gentleness.

"This King said that your heart will belong to me sooner or later." The corner of his lips curled up in a smug smile as he spoke in a domineering and unruly manner.

Luo Shang peeked her head out of his embrace and raised her eyes to look at him.

The man's sharp chin was slightly raised, and his delicate facial features were clearly defined. His eyes were like peach blossoms as they gently looked at her. His thin lips had a devilish and wild smile.

The hand on her waist stroked her back, pulling her closer.

Luo Shang laughed, she raised her forehead just right above the man's chin, and asked with a serious tone: "Leng Shaoyu." Looking at the man's confused expression, she continued, "Do you love me?"

The man's eyebrows were slightly raised. Then, his eyes narrowed into a beautiful arc. He didn't reply to her and instead pinched her chin. Then, his hands clasped behind her head, and a gentle kiss fell.

His kiss was very familiar, and his actions were filled with tenderness. A faint fragrance lingered, melting her like a ball of fire.

After he had kissed her enough, Leng Shaoyu left her cherry lips, unsatisfied. With two hands, he pulled up her cheeks and said: "Tell me, does this king love you or not?"

Luo Shang pressed her lips together tightly, and her cheeks instantly flushed red, as if she had been baptized by a peach blossom.

Three notes of the night zither.

His fingers were long and long as he stroked his zither to play with it. His long clothes were elegant, and his long tasseled hair fluttered past his shoulders like a feathered crane. He had an elegant demeanor.

Luo Shang quietly listened, and occasionally the man would raise her eyes and look at her, and then the two of them would laugh in her heart, he was as gentle and gentle as a husband to her own wife.

Just having the joy of silk bamboo, how can there not be a graceful dance.

Luo Shang stood up, walked around the stone table, and stood on top of the Falling Flower Palm barefooted. Under the moonlight, a cool breeze blew away the flying flowers that filled the sky like the rain, causing the woman's body to be graceful like she was the most beautiful.

Absorbing in the joy of the dance, Luo Shang suddenly felt a sharp pain in her legs. She fell onto the ice-cold ground, startling the flowers on the ground.

What was going on? Why were his feet so painful?

Luo Shang sat up slightly. The man still smiled at her lightly, but gradually became blurry.

"Leng Shaoyu..." Luo Shang extended a hand towards him, and in the next moment, the man's figure disappeared without a trace. She bit her lips and cold sweat dripped down her forehead from the pain.

He tried to stand up, but he couldn't. As she struggled to hold on to the ground, she heard a cackle of laughter.

"What beautiful clothes! Madam, look at them!" The little girl, with her pigtails and familiar clothes, skipped away from Luo Shang's side.

Luo Shang opened her eyes wide, which instantly became moist, and lightly called out: "Zhuo Jin."

The little girl who was walking far away looked back at her with a sweet smile before disappearing without a trace.

Before he could react, he looked up and saw a pale, cold, and green face. The man's hair was disheveled, his eyes sunken, his eyes black, and there were dried black streaks of blood at the corners of his mouth.

There were several arrows in front of his chest and his armor was stained red with blood and mud. He said to her in a cold and reproachful tone, "He killed me, he killed me …"

Luo Shang's eyes trembled. When she reached out her hands to touch his body, she could only see the transparent air. She couldn't grab hold of anything.

"It's him, it's all him …"

Tears ran down her lips. " "Big brother …"

"Shang'er."

Hearing this gentle and cordial call, Luo Shang suddenly turned around.

"The woman smiled at her, her eyes still showing the same affection as before." "Shang'er, you must live on, live on well, and agree to be my sister-in-law."

A fierce wind blew, causing the dust on the ground to fly into the air, mixed with the falling flowers. The sand captivated Luo Shang's eyes, and she was not willing to close her eyes, as the illusion got further and further away from her. The woman left reluctantly, repeating it over and over again. "Shang'er, promise sister-in-law to live well. You must live well, because you are a …"

"Sister-in-law …" Luo Shang was unable to stand up, and his hands couldn't grab onto them no matter what. Why did she have to be left alone in this world, living in hatred and loneliness?

The bright full moon high up in the sky gradually turned blood-red.

Luo Shang slowly opened her eyes as tears flowed down from her eyes and into the hair on both sides of her body. She quietly looked at the purple veil on top of her head.

It was all a dream …

No matter how beautiful the scene was, it was all fake. Even in her dreams, she would still blame him.

Her head was really heavy, her hands were on the bed as she straightened her body, she was clearly in the mourning hall, how could she be lying here? Her head was aching again, Luo Shang struck her head a few times, as though she was venting the pain in her heart.

The man, who had been hiding behind the screen, frowned. He wanted to go over, but stopped and looked at her from afar.