I've been much luckier than many women in my life.

When I was a child, my family was poor, and my father was addicted to gambling, so in order to make money, he sold me to the Qinglou.

The old bustard saw that I was looking good, so he stayed. But because of his young age, he didn't have to serve guests, and only learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the building.

The environment of beating and scolding, coercion and seduction made my mood become more and more paranoid and crazy, and sometimes I gave out terrifying eyes, and even the bustard felt frightened. At a young age, I hated everyone in my heart, hated them for abandoning me, hated their cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness, and hated God's injustice.

I thought about resisting countless times, but the cowardice in my bones tortured me, I didn't dare, I was afraid. Oh, there's nothing, and even I don't know what I'm afraid of.

The result of the old bustard's horror was that I was beaten more severely, and gradually, I changed, became false, and became contrived. Adversity has taught me to disguise, to flatter, to bend my ways.

In this way, while dealing with customers, I sold my art in exchange for rewards, and then secretly used the money to help my family, and my life passed quickly for two years.

Until one day, my brother came to me and said that my father was beaten to death by a debt collector, and he is now homeless and can only rely on me.

I arranged my younger brother in the Qinglou, and the old bustard adopted him with great mercy and let him be a small servant in the Qinglou, and our sister and brother have depended on each other since then, relying on each other, and promised never to betray in this life.

I thought I would stay in the Qinglou for the rest of my life until I died, but I didn't expect the accident to come to the door soon.

It was a day that I will never forget in my life, because on that day, I met him and met the best person in the world for me.

I lived a worry-free life in the Qinglou for several years, until one winter, when it snowed heavily, and it was white.

I overheard the bustard talking to the guest, the first night of the day I became an adult, I was frightened, there was a disturbance, they noticed it and rushed out to catch me, I resisted all the way, until I ran to the street outside the green building, they grabbed me, a burst of punches and kicks, I was pressed to the ground, face to the ground, the snow sticky, embarrassed.

He appeared before me when I was most embarrassed, holding the reins, the horse neighing, and he sat on the horse's back, black shirt and gold belt, handsome, and so unsuspectingly crashed into my heart.

We only had one relationship, but he spent a lot of money to redeem my brother and me, and we had nowhere to go, so he took us back to his house, until I saw the prince's mansion on the plaque, and I didn't know that he was the crown prince of today's Qiguo, His Royal Highness Mo Zhanwei.

The injuries on the body alternate between the old and the new, and it used to be good for two or three days, but for some reason, this time it was not good, and it was hurt inside.

He asked famous doctors to treat me and buy me the best medicine, for so many years, I have never felt such a tangible warmth, slowly, I gradually let go of the mask I had worn for many years, the door of my heart slowly opened, I coveted this warmth.

As my body deteriorated, I began to vomit blood, and I didn't even have the strength to get up while lying on the bed, and I stared blankly at the bed curtain, thinking that I had died at such a young age, and God had really treated me unfairly.

He got a miracle medicine out of nowhere, and after I took it, my body miraculously recovered, and even the old wounds on my body healed in a short time, and I was overjoyed, and I was even more grateful to him, with a bottomless infatuation hidden in my eyes.

He was very kind to me, gentle and courteous, often took me to the suburbs to play, and when I saw the new world outside, I couldn't help but sigh, I finally escaped from the cage and felt free, the man who took me out of the sea of suffering, he was my light.

I even thought we would be happy like this forever, but unfortunately reality played a big joke on me.

When he told me that he was in love with someone, my eyes were spinning, and his every word was like a sharp knife that pierced my heart mercilessly, and in a trance I felt as if I was back in that merciless purgatory, burning my broken heart.

I confronted him loudly, and I was madly hysterical in front of him, tears streaming down my face.

He still looked at me gently, quietly waiting for me to vent all my emotions, gently held my shoulders to help me wipe my tears, and said, "Don't cry, you look good when you smile, as pure and white as a tulip flower." ”

I angrily pushed him away and ran home alone, looking back as I ran, he was standing where he was, not moving.

When I got back, I lost my temper and smashed everything in the house, and I was unwilling and angry. But he didn't have a word of comfort, how cruel.

I was so sad that I ran to the tavern to get drunk, but Mo Zhan took advantage of the situation and took away my most precious thing, I was frightened and helpless, but I still had a glimmer of hope in my heart, hoping that he would come to save me and take me home, but my wish was disappointed, and I fell into the abyss.

Mo Zhanli knew my thoughts, he made a bet to me, he wanted me to marry him, bet on whether Mo Zhanwei would take her away at the wedding, I knew it was impossible, but I agreed to him by magic, just because I was deeply in love with that person in my heart.

It turns out that I lost, and I lost completely.

Until the moment before the wedding, I was still delusional, thinking that he would take my hand and affectionately say to me that he would take me away and fly away, but he didn't, and he said congratulations to me with a faint smile all the time.

I have seen that girl, a very beautiful person, and it is said that she is still a goddess, and I am a little ashamed of myself in front of her. Their affection was good, and the tenderness between the words and the affectionate look in their eyes were something I had never seen before.

I tried to maintain a proper smile on my face, but the silk cloth in my hand was clutched, and my nails were embedded in the flesh, but I didn't feel the slightest pain.

Yu Guang inadvertently caught a glimpse of Mo Zhanli on the side, he stared at the girl closely, the movements in his hand were actually the same as mine, at that moment, I seemed to understand something, but I didn't say anything.

In the next two or three years, I didn't hear anything about them, and there were rumors that they had traveled to the Three Realms, dressed as ordinary people, and seen all the mountains and rivers of the Three Realms. Either way, it doesn't matter to me.

In the blink of an eye, it has been the seventy-third year of the Apocalypse, and I was elected again this year. During the dinner, I looked around, hoping to see the familiar figure, but unfortunately he didn't come. I stroked my slightly bulging lower abdomen, and somehow, a bad feeling suddenly surged in my heart.

Change came quietly without any signs.

The old lord was seriously ill and urgently summoned the prince back to the city. Mo Zhanli has been planning to seize power, and he has already laid a trap waiting for him in the capital, I want to tell him not to come back, but Mo Zhanli is locked in the room and can't go anywhere.

He came alone, and Mo Zhanli was on par with his cultivation, I don't know what means Mo Zhanli used, he actually led him into the secret path, and the secret path had already laid out a killing formation, only forcing him to step into the formation, and there was no way to retreat.

The moment I got the news of his death, I trembled all over, stumbled to Mo Zhanli and yelled at him, crazy, he looked at me coldly and went crazy, and didn't say a word.

It wasn't until I saw the portrait on the wall that I lost my mind.

I was paranoid and blamed all the fault on that woman, if it weren't for her, nothing would have happened today, and if it weren't for her, maybe he wouldn't have died.

I rushed to the portrait and tore it with my own hands. Mo Zhanli slapped me with a palm, and blood splattered onto the painting, falling everywhere.

He cautiously picked up the painting, didn't even look at me, and turned away.

I sat on the floor, my body feeling like I had been evacuated.

That night, I cried heartbreakingly, in the lonely and dark night, telling about the dewy love affair that would never come to fruition.

The child survived in the end, and looking at that little wrinkled face, I didn't fluctuate in the slightest, maybe from the day he died, my heart would never beat for anyone again.

Time passed, and I became more and more gloomy and twisted, cold-blooded, ruthless, and ruthless.

There are countless people who have died in my hands over the years, and I want to take revenge, revenge on Mo Zhanli, revenge on everyone, and revenge on this Apocalypse that has rotted from the roots.

Until the moment when my life dried up, I never regretted it.

The moment I fell on the tulip flowers, I felt more relaxed than ever, and the emotions that had accumulated over the years seemed to be relieved at that moment.

I smiled and closed my eyes gently, and suddenly it seemed like I was back to the first time I saw him that winter, and he smiled at me, and I heard him say in my ear—

"You smile beautifully, as white as a tulip flower. ”

Welcome to death.