Playing to the death and cheating on you

Not far away, there is a tune. 【26nbsp;】It was "Flying Apsaras" singing and dancing, some young girls acted like fairies, flowing clouds and water sleeves, singing and dancing, the silk road flower rain...

She saw the boys and girls sitting on the lotus throne carried by the two people in front of them. They were smiling and lovely.The girl behind them is infinitely youthful, lively and clever...children, loli...the two most welcome people in this world...her lost hope, the youth that never comes back...they laughed and beat the gongs and drums The team went back...the people behind them were full of laughter...then, the surroundings became peaceful.

People are almost gone.

old.

The river water reflected her extremely emaciated face, and the wind blew her hair away, bringing out a trace of snow-white color.

shocking.

It was a white hair, very long.

She pulled it out and found that the white hair was all white, not black at all.

The head was broken, along with her womb.

What is this woman worth?

What is she living for?

Shui Lian held her head, but her hands were so cold that she suddenly stretched out her hands and grabbed them desperately. The rose petals in her hands fell off, and the flower juice splashed, and her hands were as red as blood—suddenly fell heavily. up.

Even the pain is in the season when the flowers are in full bloom, the good time, the beautiful scenery...just, just, who can share it? ? !

Inadvertently, she had already used up all her love and marriage, but she didn't know it.In the bottom of my heart, there is only twisted hatred left.

emperor! ! ! !

When she was kicked out of the palace for the first time and her broken palm was broken, she had never hated him so much—the hatred for the Second Prince, the hatred for the Eldest Princess, the hatred for everyone in the world... all of them were concentrated in one place. on him alone.

There is no reason, no reason, and no limit... She just hates him, hates him to death, as much as she hates herself.

How can we hate our lover so much overnight? ?

Is it true that when relatives turn their faces, it will be a hundred times more energetic?

She lay on her back on the grass, the last lingering warmth of the setting sun disappeared, and there was only one person dressed as a "little servant" lying on the grass between the sky and the earth, like an insignificant worshiper, tired and thirsty , walked a long way... just resting here casually.

Facing the setting sun, she was full of murderous intentions.

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