She put her little hand into Ji yunhuang's palm, and squeezed her body into his arms as if she was afraid of the cold. She shivered and didn't leave because of the ice. Her voice was small and weak as the whisper in the wind: "you should blame me I hate myself too How can... " Her voice trembled so violently that she could not speak in pain. After a long time, he barely said: "how can I forget you How can I forget you... "
Forget him, hurt him, and finally kill him
She used to love him so much
"It doesn't matter if you blame me. Would you wake up first? You can't get back at me until you wake up, right? If you don't wake up, how can you see how heartbroken I am... " Tianxueqing holds jiyunhuang's waist as if holding a piece of ice. Her face is full of tears, and her eyes are full of pain.
There was no echo for a long time.
She was doomed to hear no answer.
"You still hate me Otherwise, you can't bear to see me so sad What can I do to calm you down? Will you tell me? " She is not clear-minded. She just looks at Ji yunhuang deeply with her obsession, as if she is the only salvation in her life.
"Xueqing, you He's dead... " Looking at her in such despair, Jimo's heart aches badly, but it can't go on like this. Now she's not conscious, and the consequences are unimaginable if she doesn't wake up.
"No!" Tianxueqing's voice was almost harsh, and Ji Mo was shocked by her sudden strong emotion.
As if realizing this, the voice of tianxueqing lowered again: "he will not die, master, he is a fairy. Have you forgotten?"
"Snow green..."
"Master, will you stop talking? Please Let me stay with him for a while, and it will be OK for a while... " After all, her voice was weak, like the leaves that would be blown away from the trunk. She looked at Jimo, eyes full of pain and entreaties.
Jimo's lips moved and he reached out to pat her, but he stopped.
With a sigh, he turned and left. His low voice was like a dream of peace: "snow green, anyway You have master. "
You are not alone.
The door was pushed open, and then "squeak" closed. The footsteps were far away and mottled.
Snow blue heavy close eyes, tears can not stop flowing, Ji Mo left before the words echoed in her mind, her heart waves
Master You don't know.
You don't know, when he left, he dug a hole in my heart
A large hole through the heart.
I have nothing
Heartache to the extreme, every breath is a sharp pain, this kind of overload of mental pain is accompanied by a huge void, so that her pain is full of confusion at the same time.
She curled up like a shrimp and fainted from the pain. She hugged him as hard as she could, but her voice was soft and low, which contained deep pain: "Ji yunhuang, I have nothing What else do you want? I'll leave it to you... "
In fact, the most painful person is never the one who died, but the one who lives in a life that is not as painful as death.
The real hell. It is never physical torture, but spiritual desolation.
Snow green closed his eyes, the consciousness went to silence, the voice of weakness was like the whisper in the wind: "you have let me go to hell..."
In a trance of consciousness, she seems to see Ji yunhuang sitting up
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Card Death I Now
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