Lovesickness into the dream, the old things fly smoke, again difficult to find, beauty so.
When I wake up from my dream, tears of longing touch my lapel, and my heart is broken, and I look at each other in vain.
See each other for a long time, the former relationship is difficult to continue, sad white hair, love and hate like frost.
Let's wait until we are drunk and dream, and we will not forget each other in the next life.
The snow of dusk was deep and deep, as if it had thousands of emotions. The world was a vast expanse of whiteness. Snowflakes fluttered down, sparkling and translucent, covering the entire land. A cold wind blew, and the snow fell like goose feathers.
On the edge of a quiet and steep cliff, there was a naturally formed cave that blocked the pouring snow outside. On a cold ice bed, a man's eyes were tightly shut as he lay quietly on top of it. His beautiful silver hair fluttered in the wind.
A woman was wearing a light orange-red long gauze skirt with a rose-red brocade jacket. The corners of the jacket were sewn with snow-white rabbit fur, and an orange-red belt was wrapped around her waist. Her long, brocade-like hair was simply tied up with a red jade coral hairpin. Her exquisite figure was like a fairy who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world and was stained with traces of mortal fate, causing the man to suddenly lose his soul.
Kaede, how much longer will you sleep before you wake up to see me?
Her pair of sparkling eyes stared at the man who did not move at all. A touch of pain appeared in her clear eyes as she played with the silver hair that stung her eyes. A tear slowly slid down her cheek. It had been a year. She had waited for him for a year. Was he so heartless as to abandon her and watch her be sad?
Not far away, a man stood tall. His black hair was tied up with light purple jade, and a few strands of black hair hung down from his smooth forehead. He had fair skin, delicate and slender eyebrows that slanted into the clouds, long and narrow phoenix eyes, and a hint of evil in his lively eyes. He had a straight and perfect nose bridge, pink and diamond-shaped thin lips, and a firm chin that added a hint of masculinity to his feminine face. His slender figure was wrapped in a black robe, and it did not reduce his domineering and noble aura at all. The woman's actions deeply hurt his heart, but he could only bear it silently.
"I want to marry Kaede."
She turned around and smiled seductively.
That smile made the man's eyes sour.
"Does it hurt? Compared to the pain you inflicted on me and Kaede, what is this pain?”
She walked in front of the man and her soft and boneless hand slowly climbed up the man's cold face. It moved down his cheek and came to the left side of his chest. She smiled.
She knew that this was the best revenge for him.
The best way to take revenge on a person was to cut his heart into pieces.
His deep eyes were filled with pain, and his hands were trembling slightly. The man was expressionless, but his heart was bleeding and shattering piece by piece.
He wanted to ask, what should he do to make her forgive him?
The woman in front of him was so close to him, yet so far away.
"Make the arrangements yourself. Remember, you owe us this.”
She turned around and left resolutely, leaving behind only a coquettish figure.
The cold wind was bone-piercing, but it was not as cold as his heart.
It was not until the beautiful figure disappeared from his sight that his cold face finally revealed a painful expression.
She slowly turned around and looked at the man on the bed. She said that he owed them this, and it was true.
Bitterness spread from the corner of his mouth. Who could understand the pain in his heart?
If seeing her put on the wedding dress with her own eyes and personally sending her to another man's side could alleviate her guilt, then so be it.
In this life, you and I might not be able to do it again. In the next life, can you give me another chance?
I dare not ask for too much. I only pray that God will let me meet you in the next life, hold you in my arms and protect you affectionately, and whisper in your ear," I love you.”
Muttering sweet nothings, accompanied by that lonely figure, floated in this empty cliff for a long time.
The heavy snow in early spring continued to fall.
The side courtyard of the Prime Minister's Estate was located in a bustling area, and it was filled with a sense of peace and comfort.
A woman's small body leaned against the side of the open window. She did not care about the cold wind that was blowing against her face. Her soft long hair fluttered in the wind. Her slender hands stretched out of the window. Ice-cold snowflakes slowly landed on her fair hands and danced mischievously.
"But the white snow hates the late spring, so it flies through the trees in the courtyard.”
Staring at the melted snowflakes in her hand, she raised her eyes and sized up the sky. Her red lips parted slightly as she muttered to herself. The corners of her mouth curled into a beautiful arc.
The woman was wearing a light pink dress, long enough to drag the ground, her slender waist was bound by a cloud belt, showing that it was not enough to hold a hand, and there was a seven-treasure coral hairpin in her hair, reflecting her face like a hibiscus. Her face was extremely beautiful, and her phoenix eyes were naturally charming, but also awe-inspiring. Her black hair was casually scattered and danced in the wind. Her exquisite jade face did not have any makeup on, giving people a refined feeling.
"Miss."
A tender voice called back the woman's drifting thoughts. Before she could react, a small figure had already flown in front of the woman and gently covered the woman's slender shoulders with the cloak in his hand. There was a faint reproach in his eyes. Why didn't he take care to keep warm on such a cold day?
"Lianxin, it's fine."
Even though her body was already extremely cold, the woman did not care at all. She gently shook off the cloak on her shoulders and smiled gently at the servant girl beside her. She turned around and looked at the scenery outside the window in a daze. A sense of sadness rose in her heart.
Her name was Situ Manyao, and she was the daughter of the current Prime Minister of the Nether King Dynasty. However, she had an unbearable identity-an illegitimate daughter, a young lady who was not favored. In her previous life, she was only an orphan. She did not expect that her identity would remain the same after her rebirth. Compared to this identity, Man Yao was very satisfied. After all, a person who should have died a long time ago had actually been reborn, even though she had transmigrated to this unknown dynasty.
"The wind is strong."
When the servant girl called Lian Xin saw Man Yao's actions, she pouted her lips in dissatisfaction. She gently draped the cloak in her hand over her shoulders again and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
It was not easy for Miss's body to gradually improve. What if it became serious?
As if sensing Lian Xin's worry, Manyao no longer rejected her. She tightened her cloak, turned around, and smiled.
Perhaps, in this dynasty, only Lian Xin was genuinely worried about him. Her cold heart was surrounded by warmth.
The Underworld King Dynasty was a dynasty that had never appeared in history. Although it was unfamiliar to Manyao, she was not afraid of it. Before she transmigrated, she was a top assassin in the world. Her name was Suman, but because she was killed by the man she loved during a mission, she transmigrated and became the daughter of the prime minister of this dynasty.
"Haha!"
Chuckling softly, Manyao clutched her slightly aching left chest. The corners of her eyes could not help but become moist. She could calmly accept the fact that she had transmigrated, but whenever she thought of the man who made her heart ache, Manyao could not suppress the pain in her heart.# Cancel all reviews: wdd201302 Time:111420185: 55PM #
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