Cinnabar is different from any girl, she is a dusty woman, she can talk and laugh in the wine field, and usher in flattery among the literati, because she is acting, she will not believe in these men's feelings for her, let alone feelings for these men.

Over the years, she has been clean and self-conscious in the Qinglou, and she does not hesitate to die in order to maintain her innocence, because she has such pride in her bones, she feels that none of these prostitutes can be worthy of her, whether it is talented or wealthy, she is not rare, she believes in true love, and also believes in fate...

So she fell in love with Chen Qi, she believed that Chen Qi was different from others, so she was willing to hug Chen Qi and accept Chen Qi's kiss, not because she was a dusty woman, not because she could do anything for a little favor, but because she loved Chen Qi.

She thought that Chen Qi understood, and thought that Chen Qi would cherish it.

But...

"What do you think of me... Chen Qi, what do you think of cinnabar, do you also think I am a woman in a green building? So let me forget? You can forget about these things... Wooh... My heart hurts so much, cinnabar, you're so stupid... Chen Qi... Chen Qi..."Cinnabar covered her chest and called Chen Qi's name again and again, but these words were covered by the sound of rain dripping on the ground, no one would hear it, and no one would know what had just happened.

But in a prison far, far away, a young man frowned, he never fell asleep, from the beginning his heart was uncomfortable, it was an indescribable feeling, like a sense of guilt, as if he was burdened with countless guilt, which made him very uncomfortable, and when the rain fell, his heart suddenly hurt, he gasped, as if a needle had pierced his heart, which was more painful than leaving Cinnabar...

Lin Chuan frowned, he didn't understand why he was like this, he occasionally felt like this, he never understood why, fortunately, his heart just hurt...

The rain stopped after a short while, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth, but Lin Chuan couldn't sleep when he lay there, and he was going to the execution ground the day after tomorrow, so he couldn't accept it, he let himself lie down weakly, and the only beam of moonlight shone on him.

"It's really strange, this rain just said it would fall, and there wasn't even a dark cloud, how did it get down?"

Lin Chuan tilted his head and looked outside the cage, several jailers were roasting the fire at the table, joking while drinking, Lin Chuan couldn't help but feel a little envious, a person who wants to die, it is easy to be satisfied, but now no one can satisfy him, he is a little worried, not afraid of death, he believes in fate very much, if he wants to die, then he must be dead, there is no need to struggle, not to mention that he always has to die, he just feels that he doesn't deserve to die now, maybe it's like the day when a monk knows that he sits down, Some time in advance, the aftermath will be arranged, and then sit quietly as if it were a quiet one.

Lin Chuan felt that he also had this ability, could it be that his fate really couldn't even be felt by him? He feared it wasn't supposed to happen.

"I'm so tired, I don't want to think about it." Lin Chuan patted his chest with his hand, there was a red marriage book, every time he touched this thin marriage book, it made him ignite a kind of motivation, even a hope to live, an impulse from inside his body.