He soaked there so quietly, as if he were dead.

The dim light emitted a slowly fainting light, and fell on him, and he hung his head silently, and the appearance, as if he had no breath left, lay in the light, and was carved into eternity.

She stood there, her heart twisting like a knife!!

Suddenly I remembered that when she was a teenager, she looked up and did everything to see a person, and the end result was that she was provoked to death, and now, she loves a man so hard, loves him, and loves her heart like a knife!!

This time, it wasn't him who failed her, it was the years that failed them, and the friendship between them.

The world is so unfair, it is clear that they are the one who is hurt, but God always favors the man who kills all the way with a sword in his hand, and fails their defenseless people.

She hates, how can she not be very?

For a moment, she wanted to rush over and hug him tightly and wake him up, but as soon as she stepped out, she found that her legs were already weak, and she stepped out, and then fell forward, kneeling on the ground, crying out in pain.

He became like this because of her, if he had never met her, now this person is a person of great dignity, living a life of gold cups and jade food, with gentle wives and concubines by his side, surrounded by children on his knees, and wanting to be glorious.

The cry was very suppressed, and the man who was sleeping heard the woman's suppressed and dull cry in a drowsy state, and it came into his sleep for a long time, like a song from the distant Qionglou Yuyu, distant and sad.

A long time ago, he had also heard the harmony of the piano from the spring breeze in his sleep countless times in his sleep, and the singing was tactful, which was the drama that the young Zhao Zishi learned from him, at that time, he was still shameless.

Later, the country of Zhao was gone, he was no longer faceless, and Zhao Zishi was no longer the princess of Zhao State.

She became a canary raised in the harem by the war royal, always singing alone in the dead of night, at that time, the melodious singing could always be heard in the palace, how many people's hearts were touched?

And Zhan Yu always remembered in this song that he still had a concern in Qianqiu Palace, and he returned at night in a hurry!

And he, lying on the dark house where the spring breeze is not as good as the spring breeze, listening to the lingering singing, the indescribable bitterness, and the indescribable sadness, after all, has become a cinnabar on the heart, which can not be erased!!

Now, who is crying beside him? Crying so sadly?

He slowly opened his eyes in the chaos, and soon, the poison stained his face eroded his eyes, and his vision began to blur a little, but in the blur, he could still see the autumn mood kneeling in front of him.

"Eleven, Eleven......"

The hoarse voice of the man in the night wind called her nickname over and over again, and in the dark and damp cell, the air brewed as if it had been leavened, and the sad mood grew wildly.

There was a cold liquid rolling down the back of her hand, and she realized that tears can also be cold!!

In the past, she always felt that tears were warm, hot, and hot, but she finally understood that people's hearts are as cold as they are, and the tears that flow out are also cold, and there is no temperature anymore!