"If you really fulfill you from now on, will you..."
"Oh, I think it's really good, what is my burden of humiliation for so many years!" The dark clouds are like a large army under the city, persecution and oppression.
A man in a dark dragon robe stood above the city tower, the wind, raising his ink-dyed hair, silver-gray eyes, a trace of longing, a trace of struggle.
The man in the crimson robe opposite, with a mocking sneer on his fairy-like face, seemed to see through all the ups and downs of this world.
"Hundred Mile Sacrifice, I've been lying to you, what love?" What stays together for a lifetime? Do you remember that you and I are both men! "The silk coat follows the wind, and the wind is also wailing...
"Yes. But you said you don't care..." The Hundred Mile Festival has always been strategic. The arrogance of dominating the world has faded away, and there is only the wandering of not getting.
"You really believe it!" Why should I want to be your male pet! Be laughed at by the people of the world! How do you not die! The enchanted face was crazy and terrifying, as if it were a momentum that destroyed the world and the earth.
"As it is, since you hate me so much, I will fulfill you."
The corners of his angular mouth evoked a smile of relief. With both hands out, the delicate map of the ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains embroidered on it was lifted up by the wind and hung down, as if this broken mountain and river, this withered country and mountain.
Then, like a roc with folded wings, it fell from the city wall.
Zhong Li entropy did not seem to think that he really did not blame himself, and subconsciously extended his hand, but he could no longer hold those warm hands.
Only the ink hair that rose with the wind and the broken syllables in the ears remained in the constricted pupils.
"In fact, as long as you forgive me, I have no regrets."
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A year later.
Deep in the bamboo forest of the mountains, there is a low side hut and a low grave.
Zhong Li entropy is no longer the same as when he was dressed in silk, and his plain white body has added a bit of immortality.
He held a pot of wine in his hand, and leaned gently on the grave, as if he were leaning on the Body of the Hundred Mile Festival, but full of decadent wine.
Things are not human beings, and they have not returned from people.
"Hundred. Hundred Mile Festival, you are still true. It's really insidious that you even after you die. It will make me follow the heartache, hehe, you must have calculated that it will be like this..."
Suddenly, it was as if I saw that pair of hands, still slender. White, Zhong Li entropy gently put on his hand and smiled lightly.
"How long has it been since you came to pick me up, and don't forget to love me."
The breeze slanted into the bamboo forest and turned into a shallow drop.
The man in white was resting on the grave, as if he had fallen asleep, and there was still a curve in the corner of his mouth.
(In my previous life, because of the world's opinion, the greed of human nature, I let go of the people I loved.) In this life, I will love you no matter what, forever)
