And what Dry Bone Huan has to endure is not only the pain of losing autumn, but also the persecution and struggle from the country and home.

In this world, he has to ask for it, he doesn't want it, he has to ask for it.

The ice shattered, and the woman in the ice coffin lay peacefully on the ground, her eyebrows were still beautiful and moving, but her face was very pale, because she had been frozen for too long, and her body was extremely stiff.

He lifted his hand and picked her up.

Chang Yang looked at him with teary eyes and asked, "Brother, what do you want to do?" ”

Ku Guhuan didn't speak, hugged Zhao Zishi's body, turned around and walked out of the cold cave, leaving Chang Yang standing there alone, watching his back disappear into the darkness, the grief in his eyes couldn't be dissolved, he would rather change all his plans for one person, and finally began to plan to seize the world.

And she is also willing to live for him and die for him.

It's just that he and Qiu Yinong are affectionate in the end, but she Changyang and him are ruthless.

Chang Yang looked at the broken fragments of the ice coffin, and a mocking and desolate smile appeared on his lips: "Zhao Zishi, Zhao Zishi, they all say that you are the saddest woman in the world, but I envy you so much, you are the saddest and the luckiest." ”

There is a war emperor who misses her and regrets it, and there is a dry bone Huan who loves her to the core.

However, it is inevitable that they will all be let down.

When Changyang came out of the cold cave, there were already snowflakes blowing outside, she looked up, the sky was dark and dreary, the night was already very heavy, only the sharp light refracted by the snow, and the wind lantern hanging on the bamboo branches emitted a dim light.

In a clearing outside the cold cave, a pile of voucher wood had been piled up on top of the thick snow.

San'er took the firewood out of the demolished house, put it on the firewood stack, and made a bed of firewood.

And while she was spreading, she wiped her tears with her sleeves, not knowing what she was sad about.

The firewood stack was laid, and the dry bones were holding Zhao Zishi's body, slowly placing it on it, and her fingers gently caressed her face, the woman's eyebrows were so captivating, and she slept so peacefully and quietly, and her appearance was the same as when she was alive.

The man looked at her face with affection, Chang Yang stood there, and he could clearly see that he took off the mask on his face, lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "May you not regret coming to this world for a trip, may you always remember that I love you!" ”

A flame rose in the palm of his hand, and the stack of wood was ignited, and the fire soon spread and burned to Zhao Zishi's dress.

San'er's crying became louder, and he was still struggling to beg for dry bones: "Childe, we can keep the princess's body." ”

"It's the same whether to stay or not, let her start completely and start over, and be autumnal, not Zhao Zishi." Dry Guhuan stood in front of the woodstack, looking fixedly at the raging fire, covered with snowflakes, touching the fire, melting into water, but could not extinguish the fire.

Chang Yang looked up, the man was standing in front of the bright firelight, his clothes were flying, his hair had completely turned white, he raised his hand, and the mask in his hand was placed on the firewood stack and was cremated with Zhao Zishi's body.

She saw that his eyes were slightly red, and she muttered to herself: "There is no more Zhao Zi in the world." ”

There is only one autumn.

Still the one he loved.