Dill gently brushed away the tears from his face and smiled.

The sun shone in through the window and fell on her pale face, casting a deep shadow.

In the dazzling light, her skin became fairer and more transparent, like a fine piece of mutton fat jade, thrillingly beautiful but precious and fragile.

......

In the seventh year of Xiluo, the queen died of illness, and the emperor mourned.

Dill died on the first night of the new year.

On the day she died, the snow finally stopped after a month of heavy snowfall.

The sky and the earth are white and silent.

Emperor Duanjia walked in this white world, like a mayfly in the sea, small, hesitant, and adrift.

"Heh" Emperor Duanjia laughed self-deprecatingly.

He is the emperor who is admired by all the people and is unparalleled in the world, and the whole world is not the king's land.

But......

Emperor Duanjia touched his heart.

It was as if a big hole had been torn there, and even though the sky was clear and the sun was warm, it could not penetrate half of the warmth, only the cold wind howled, tearing the wound and dripping with blood.

After the death of the queen, Emperor Duanjia stood alone in the snow all night.

No matter how others persuaded him, he didn't want to go back, until he stiffened and fainted to the ground.

But even after a night of cold wind, Emperor Duanjia still didn't get sick.

The next day, when the first rays of the morning rays shone in, he came to his senses.

Emperor Duanjia looked out the window, the sun was so bright, but he felt that those rays of light were so dazzling, falling on the bottom of his heart, only a cold.

Why, he still can't keep her.

On this day, it was the first time in six years that Emperor Duanjia did not go to the early dynasty.

He walked out of the palace and walked around without direction, and before he knew it, he came to Fengning Palace, where she had lived for six years.

Push open the heavy door and walk in slowly.

At the doorway, the stove was no longer burning, and only black-gray charcoal was left in the huge furnace cavity.

The windows were wide open on all sides, and the cold wind blew in.

The owner of this palace has only been gone for a day, so why can't he find her breath.

Emperor Duanjia crouched beside the bed and buried his head deep in the pillow, trying to absorb a trace of her breath in it.

However, in vain.

But no matter how hard he tried to absorb it, her breath was like her whole person, completely dissipating in the entire space.

On the day of the queen's death, a fire broke out in the Qinghe Palace.

Everyone thought that the queen's body had been reduced to ashes in that fire.

However, only Emperor Duanjia himself knew that there was nothing in that fire.

The moment she left, her body turned into an uncatchable point of nothingness, scattered between heaven and earth, without a trace.

......

Rewind the clock to the night when dill was dying.

She lay on the bed, and he knelt on the edge of the bed, holding her hand tightly.

Xu is back to the light, and dill has the strength to sit up.

She asked him to lift himself up and lean against the head of the bed.

At this moment, it was a rare sobriety in the past few months, Dill looked at the man in front of her, her eyes were full of reluctant affection.

It's just that the affection is a little drifting.

It seems that he is looking through Emperor Duanjia, looking at something other farther and more unknown.

That night, Dill said a lot to Emperor Duanjia.

She said more that night than she had said in the months she had been in bed combined.

As dill's voice weakened, her body lost her strength little by little.

A second before she completely lost her strength, the long-lost prompt sound of the system finally sounded in her head-

"Drop, target person's favorability +10, total favorability reaches 80, and the task is complete."

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