Intron {2}
[Introducing 2] A touch of fragrance, only waiting for tea tasting, two stories, only in the heart, three baths and three smokes, only want to be remembered!
The pouring rain, silently pouring down sadness, according to her blood, her tears, reflected into a sea of despair, dark day. So many struggles and shouts condensed into silent tears and disappeared on the pale lips. She hugged herself tightly, her pale and haggard face, buried deeply in her arms, and gradually curled up in the most lonely appearance.
"Why don't you let go of my family? He is my only brother..." She bit her lip desperately and finally couldn't help crying.
He reached out to wipe her tears, and his anger dissipated in an instant, leaving only endless pity, "It's not what you see... Don't you believe me?"
"I saw it with my own eyes, is it fake? Your sword is stained with my brother's blood. How can I believe you?" She pushed his hand away, and her eyes were dull, desolate and sad.
He looked at her deeply, and there were so many emotions, turbulently blocked in his throat, but with a trace of confusion, "After being together for so long, why don't you believe me? Is it difficult for me to be such an unbearable person in your eyes?"
"Why do you talk about yourself so pitifully? You are the dragon among people, and I'm just a lowly woman who binds herself. I'm tired of all kinds of power, tricks and tricks. I just want to protect my family from beginning to end. Isn't that okay?" Her voice was hoarse and low, and suddenly there was peace in her dark eyes. "Master's last last words told me that the man far away from the palace..."
"What, do you regret it?" He stared at her, and his voice was cold and clear, but it was like a winding thread, which was difficult to cut.
The cold forced into the bone marrow. She straightened up and smiled slowly. She smiled so beautifully and slowly spit out word by word, "People with infinite power don't deserve emotions!" I don't regret meeting, I just regret falling in love with a person in the royal family..."
"You can't avoid it. Your brother is also the prince. Do you think he can 'celebly celebrate his father's death'?" He kissed her lips fiercely, and she was not allowed to have a trace of struggle. It seemed that nothing existed. He loved her.
She let him kiss domineeringly, closed her eyes slightly, bit the tip of his tongue, and her mouth was full of sweetness, which made her almost want to vomit... Since when has his bone and blood been bred in his abdomen again, but this time I'm afraid I can't keep it. Is it the repayment of blood and tears?
The remnants of the butterfly's wings withered in their arms, slowly scratching red traces of blood, slowly, sinkingly... Falling in a coma. He forgot to shed tears and breath. He looked blankly at the red under her skirt, and subconsciously shouted over and over again in a panic, "Mo'er... Moer... Moer..."