Zhuo Hua

Chapter 290 Why?

From the beginning to the end, she is just a grandstanding clown, living in the effort to move her self.

But why?

Why is she destined to usher in such an ending?
Why did she write her life into an unchangeable paragraph with one stroke of a pen.

The strong unwillingness stuffed her heart full and heavy.

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

Before she knew it, she had gradually merged with the "Zhaohua" on the paper.

Even start to feel sad and angry because of the fate of "Scorching Brilliance".

Perhaps this is a wonderful fate.

Or maybe, originally, they were the same person.

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

The tentacles of death tightened around her throat.

'You've shed so much blood and yet you haven't died yet? '

Zhuo Hua chuckled lightly, feeling a little helpless about his own thoughts.

At this moment, she still has the mind to think about these things, and she still has the mood to make a joke with herself.

Although her face was as pale as paper, her originally dim eyes were rekindled little by little with a light that made it impossible to look away.

Even if the moths are flying into the flames, even if the body is smashed to pieces, even if all the hard work will still be in vain, she will never accept her fate, never give up on herself first.

Compared to waiting for death without doing anything, it seems less unacceptable to work hard and still have no good results.

After all, until the end, who can say with certainty what the final result will be like?

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

That dark, dusty place that had been locked up all this time seemed to have been suddenly opened with a key, allowing sunlight to shine in.

Even though there was still dust there, she would no longer pretend to turn a blind eye, pile them up in the corner and lock them up, pretending that they had never been there, deceiving herself to continue living heartlessly.

Zhuohua's Lingtai was completely clear, and his frail body seemed to be suddenly filled with strength.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then, holding her breath, put her hands into the cold snow and slowly supported her body.

Zhuohua's arms were shaking non-stop, and her body hurt even more because of her movements.

The pain seemed to tear her whole body apart.

She gritted her teeth and broke out in sweat in this icy and snowy environment.

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

But right now, it's obviously not the time to pay attention to these.

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

Her upper body leaned forward slightly and her hands gripped her knees.Only in this way could she barely control her swaying upper body, so that she would not fall down again, thus making her efforts just now in vain.

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

Just sitting up simply took up most of her energy.

She sat there, breathing heavily to calm her breathing.

She had a headache thinking about how to make herself stand up.Thinking of the difficulty just now, her heart kept beating drums.

(End of this chapter)