From beginning to end, she was just a grandstanding clown, living in her self-moving efforts.

But why?

Why is she destined to usher in such an ending?

Why did she write her life into an unchangeable text with a stroke of the pen?

The strong unwillingness to stuff her heart full and heavy.

The resentment in her chest almost burst through her chest, tearing her whole body apart.

Unconsciously, she has gradually merged with the "burning flower" on the paper.

They will even begin to feel sad and angry because of the fate of "Burning Hua".

Maybe it's a wonderful fate.

Or perhaps, originally, they were the same person.

The intense pain in her body made her a little weak, and the blood gradually soaked her entire robe.

The tentacles of death clung tightly to her throat.

'After so much blood, you haven't hung up yet?' ’

Zhuohua chuckled, feeling a little helpless about his thoughts.

At this time, she still has the heart to think about these things, and she is still in the mood to joke with herself.

Although her face was as white as paper, her originally dim eyes rekindled little by little a light that made people unable to take their eyes off it.

Even if the moth fights the fire, even if the bones are broken, even if the efforts of thousands of people will still be in vain, she must not accept her fate, and never give up on herself first.

Compared to doing nothing and waiting for death, it doesn't seem so unacceptable that there is still no good result after trying hard.

After all, before the end, who can say for sure what the final result will be like?

After figuring it out, Zhuohua was a lot more relaxed in an instant.

The dark and dusty place that had been locked all along, it was as if someone had suddenly opened it with a key and let the sunlight shine in.

Even if there was still dust there, she wouldn't pretend to turn a blind eye anymore, piling them up in the corner and locking them up, pretending that they never appeared, and deceiving herself into continuing to live without a heart.

The scorching spiritual platform was clear, and the weak body seemed to be suddenly full of strength.

She took a breath, and then, holding her breath, slowly propped herself up with her hands in the cold snow.

Zhuohua's arms kept shaking, and her body hurt even more because of her movements.

The pain seemed to tear her whole body apart.

She clenched her teeth, and she was sweating in this icy and snowy environment.

Sweat and blood mixed together, making her feel sticky all over.

But now, obviously, this is not the time to pay attention.

After struggling for a long time, Zhuo Hua reluctantly sat up.

Her upper body leaned forward slightly, her hands clenched at her knees. Only in this way can she barely control her shaking upper body, so that her hard-to-hold body will not fall down again, so that her efforts just now will be in vain.

Zhuohua never thought that this seemingly simple action would be so difficult for her now.

Just sitting up took up most of her strength.

She sat still, gasping for air, calming her breath.

She had a headache thinking about how she could get herself on her feet. Thinking of the hardship just now, her heart kept beating the drum.