In the days to come, he would never have the chance to give this hairpin away...

When they left more than ten days ago, Bi Dongliu's face was a little pale, but he was still alive.

But I didn’t expect that when I came back, we would be separated forever.

Nie Liuxi's face was horribly pale, but there was not a single tear in her eyes.

There seemed to be a fire burning in the depths of her dead eyes. She took out the brocade box and put it on him: "Bidongliu, this is your thing, I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't want it! Did you hear it?" [

She took out the divorce note she had always treasured from her sleeve: "Bidongliu, have you seen this? This is the divorce note you wrote to me with your own hand. We have nothing to do with each other anymore! Why are you still giving me medicine?"

?Tell you, it’s useless. I don’t care!”

When she said the last sentence, her voice was almost hoarse.

His throat felt like he was being choked: "Get up! Bi Dongliu, get up, get up and take back your things..."

She looked at him seriously, her dark eyes were like black holes, completely dark with no reflection at all.

Bi Dongliu lay there quietly.

He has dark eyebrows, tightly closed eyes, a high bridge of nose, cool and thin lips, and a slight frown between his brows.

Just like the knot in his heart that has never relaxed over the years.

Feng Lingyan's heart sank. At such a moment, it would be better if Nie Liuxi cried.

She looks like this, which makes people unable to comfort even if they want to.

He turned to look at the green-clad warrior who had been following him silently: "How did Lord Bi Zhuang pass away? Why didn't he mourn?"

The seven-foot-tall man in green clothes finally shed tears: "Master Bizhuang worked hard to get this magical insect grass, but he was also seriously injured. When he managed to come back, he was already dead.
Chapter completed!